"It's the big man upstairs who wants to sell us 'redemption' and 'faith' and 'love', let some self-sacrificial withered ballsack take over control of our lives so we don't blame ourselves when it all goes to shits. Dear old Lucy wants us to stay, that self-righteous prick. We're just some nameless, faceless numbers for the prodigal son to nurse his daddy issues with."

If it wasn't already immediately obvious, Constantine's not a big fan of hell. He's far more concerned about how he's going to wriggle his way out of this one than getting to know the other hotel guests. Even if what Billy says has the foul-mouthed blond quirking an eyebrow and giving him the side-eye.

"Go on then. And if you can do that you can go right on ahead and get the doors as well, won't you love?"