Helen can't help but roll her eyes at his reaction. It isn't the reaction that surprises her. It's the fact that he even agreed to help her sort through all of this. She may have insisted, but, John Constantine is rarely one that actually does something that on some level he doesn't want to do. Part of her is curious as to what it is that is making him stay.

"John, please. I can assure you. None of my decorations are haunted by ghosts. Past, present, or future." She even gives a small laugh. "Although, I have known a few telepaths to make the old story seem vividly real."

Of course she means A Christmas Carol. That is something that was before her time before the cheeky bastard even asks.

"I remember the events quite fondly, actually. Who else can claim they've seen the Dabbler of Dark Arts himself have half of his face caked in sugar cookie batter?"