Of course John had Tinder. That was the most normal part of his dating life, in fact. He'd dated a man-shark hybrid, for crying out loud! And that wasn't even the weirdest of his exes! At least Tinder was used by humans. Well, mostly. There had been that strange, gangly demon with the oddly attractive—never mind.

Anyway, he'd boot up the app whenever he felt like hooking up (which was all the time). Like right now. Perfect time for sliding into a willing stranger's DMs.

"I couldn't help but notice you have eyes, love," he typed. John never bothered trying to be a proper flirt. Snogged plenty either way, so risking a few eye rolls and restraining orders was worth it, in his book. "Why, they're attached to your face, even. Proper eyes, those."