( He trades Constantine's look for an expression of bafflement, charged at the edges with open disgust. No. and, also, What the fuck. Softly clearing his throat, whatever he's about to say aloud goes abruptly unsaid, when the freaky owl-y demon opens its beak and the cloying, sing-song voice of Obadiah Stane pours right on out: )
Funny, Exorcist. They say the same thing about you.
( The demon ruffles its feathers in a weirdly human fashion, the way a man might roll his shoulders to adjust the lines of a tailored suit. It shifts, as if it would ignore Constantine entirely if it could, focused on Stark's suddenly ashen features. )
totally thought this sent, mea culpa maxima
Funny, Exorcist. They say the same thing about you.
( The demon ruffles its feathers in a weirdly human fashion, the way a man might roll his shoulders to adjust the lines of a tailored suit. It shifts, as if it would ignore Constantine entirely if it could, focused on Stark's suddenly ashen features. )
Heya, Tony. Long time no see.