He starts to laugh and push her hand away, but the serious look on her face has him buttoning his lips. Alright, he holds up his hands briefly in surrender, he won't interrupt her. Then he gestures for her to go on. An infection, it doesn't work that way where he's from. Or maybe it does if you ask the doctors. Constantine doesn't believe her version of events exactly the way they're laid out, but he believes her; in her conviction. He's coming down off his inappropriate high and nodding his understanding now.

"They are monsters and it's good on you for giving them the send-off they deserve." It's as close to an apology as she's likely to get. He watches her hand move to the bite mark and he frowns. "You were attacked. How is it you weren't infected?"