"When do I ever think my ideas through?" he countered sarcastically. In truth, he always thought them through with a calculating method that made him a psychopath in some instances. He was never careful though, unless it was in bed.
The last thing he needed was his genes being passed on.
"Rules? What soddin' rules? She's Pandora," Constantine pointed out, a bit exasperated. "She's the cautionary tale about followin' rules because she didn't! Why should we? Hell, maybe breaking the rules is what she wants. Zee, this Box may be our way back, alright?"