John can't help but snort out laughter, amusement that short-circuits what he fully expected to be a spell to his face. Perhaps even an attempt at an exorcism. The spell is almost lost to him as he tries to stifle that noise. It has been far too long since he found something really and truly funny, and damn if that isn't it.

"Get us a drink, a smoke and we can fuck like bunnies all night. Least we know what we like. Decide in the morning which of us fries the eggs."

Cold and heat roil around as far as the demon sees, winding and lacing around each other in a death spiral of sorts. His eyes opened and closed before he could get tangled up with what his deals with the devil had earned him. Caught by the magic instead of always controlling it.

Another whuff of laughter, and he lifts his head enough to smirk knowingly in his usual guise as his twin shoots the gap. He's quick to follow, throwing himself forward as if rushing to get an order in at last call. His other self had best move or end up caught in the tumble.