"Not all the answers," he corrects. "Just the relevant ones."

This man is thick, he's already frustrated. But it seems his world is nothing like the natural one John was just referencing so he tries to tamp down the urge to get snippy with him. It's hard to argue with the part about people wanting to put magic users in the ground. Now that's something he can identify with, even if in his case it's because he's also a Grade A Douchebag.

"John Constantine. Exorcist, demonologist, and... dabbler in the dark arts. My business cards don't seem to have made it to the beyond with us." Or he'd undoubtedly be handing one over by now. "I've been to a few places like this before, yeah, though- usually it requires the Egyptian Temple technique. For the person to be conscious of trying to enter another realm. This is something different, I'm not convinced our mortal bodies were left behind." And if they weren't, death would be a touchy thing indeed. Then again - maybe dying here and not on Earth is a loophole to escape the true Hell. He can't afford to think that thought all the way through, instead staring at Cael expectantly for his introduction.