[ There's a twitch of a smile over the rim of his glass as Constantine leans back, open coat offering a better view - still much to be discovered but better nonetheless. In a backhanded way, Peter's already taken the lead, lulling him into idle overconfidence while he savors the drink offered. He can count the number of opportunities he's had to make good on all his promises, but reaching this point was deliberate. ]

Party trick, you could say. I'd rather avoid getting involved with... all of that. [ His upper lips curls just slightly, briefly, hardly noticeable before downing the rest of his drink. ]

Far more interesting to play with tricks.

[ As he sets the glass down, Peter moves as if to get up from the table - instead, he swiftly phases through, hand rising to close in around Constantine's neck as he situates himself in the chair beside him. ] Now, what were you saying about more talk than action?