[There's something about the question that Hiram asks, a question that most people wouldn't have even considered, that has Constantine meeting that pale gaze completely seriously.]

It happens, though most wouldn't know it. Some say there's spirits all over the place, they just keep to themselves and aren't out taking people's bodies for a spin.

[He shrugs, dropping his gaze and leaning back, foot rubbing reassuringly against Hiram's under the table. Constantine takes out a pack of cigarettes and taps one out.]

I don't bother with those types. If I started hunting down every spirit or creature just for existing, I'd be just as bad.