"Still," Helen perks her eyebrows ever so slightly, "Imagine what would happen if word got out that the Master of the Dark Arts John Constantine was slumming it around the Sanctuary Network. What a scandal."

The teasing is there, but she does have to wonder about the serious implications of it. The Sanctuary is not as secure as it once had been. Event after event has made it more under the eyes of certain people and organizations. He has his hands involved with the time traveling crew. The last thing he needs is to be burdened with the events of the abnormal community.

She gives a small smile at his insistence. Then, a sigh. Helen presses the skirt to the back of her legs as she sits on the arm of the couch. Her hands fold in her lap.

"Very well. You're lucky that I've grown accustomed to forty questions daily from Will." Helen gives a small, yet tinged in sadness, as he walks back from the tree.

Beating back against the cold and the dark. How apt of a statement that is. If only it were a noble reason why she asked John to join her today for decorations. The truth is... it is a very selfish reason. No sort of grand statement of the season or the metaphoric implications of the holidays in the darkest time of the year.

She nods to the box. "Ask away."