Momentarily transfixed by what he saw smouldering behind the humor in Zatanna's eyes, John realized with a sense of mingled resignation and exhilaration that he wasn't going to get out of it this time. Not that he honestly wanted to. Desire had never been the problem, not twenty-odd years ago or any time since. Christ knew it wasn't an issue right now...

"No mercy, eh?" Inclining his head slightly to murmur in her ear, he trailed his hand lightly down the side of her face as his voice dropped nearly a full octave. "Two can play at that, you know..." He chuckled huskily, teasing fingers finding that spot not quite behind her ear, and she startled, a tiny gasp conveniently parting her lips as he turned and leaned in suddenly to give her what she wanted.