That it don't, handsome. Good for you not taking it to heart. Lot of others would have turned their back on humanity for less.

[It's entirely possible that the stories aren't correct about Hiram's demonic parentage - that it might have been a lesser demon or something else entirely - but it hardly matters. Constantine is largely grateful he won't have to send a seemingly nice gent to Hell after all.

And with the drinks almost gone, he's reminded again of that teasing glimpse of tongue earlier. His thumb circles the mouth of his own bottle as meets Hiram's gaze and quirks an eyebrow.]

Are they now? Maybe we should take our leave and find out.