John sighed and set down the recalcitrant ivy (though not before it had managed to get off a good squirt in his direction as well, soaking his shirt front.)

"I'll deal with you later," he growled at it, his voice laden with menace which, if the plant had any sense at all, would tip it off to the fact that it wasn't dealing with a soft-hearted poser of a Pit Fiend anymore, but had just let itself in for some real trouble.

"Right," he continued, turning back to the bedraggled young nancy who stood dripping before him. He started to tap the wand casually into his palm, remembered the sparks, and thought better of it. "So, you know Crowley. That's a start. Let's start over, shall we? Hullo, pleased to meet you. I'm John. What's your name, kid?"