"Solving a problem using nothing but our wits? I can't see what there is to not like." John returns the smile, just as interested. Sure, he likely couldn't do this on his own, but with Midnighter here the girl is nothing more than a supernatural annoyance. Granted, one that got the heart rate up in between the total blackness and the knife throwing, but that only heightened the experience.

John's body shifts as the sofa dodges and the jostling makes it difficult to concentrate on maintaining his enchantment. That would require more focus the next time around. The allotted time for the spell runs out and the yellow light blinks out of the air. No matter. They can try again. Infinite lives or something, right?

"Let's give it another go then." He gives Midnighter's bicep a squeeze in both encouragement and for his own benefit. Hands move into incantation position and John readies himself to release the binding into the air as soon as necessary.

But first he needs to watch for yet another knife hurled their way.