"Human fetish?" Harry muttered with a raised eyebrow and a little bit of a grin. It couldn't be said that the White Council didn't beat some semblance of old world manners into its members, and Harry bowed lightly over Pam's hand, his fingers only lightly touching to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he chuckled, taken aback by her appearance. She wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting. He almost said as much when something moved in the apartment behind her and he froze. He didn't move at all other than to sigh and grip his staff tighter. "And you're friend, of course."
"Ah now, Warden, now you're just lying," came the heavily accented voice from behind Pam. He stepped out, lit cigarette in his hand despite the "No Smoking" signs that had been posted. "Don't believe we've had the pleasure, have we? But your name does get around, dunnit?"
"Coming from you, that's almost a compliment," Harry said wryly. He'd only ever seen the man in pictures, but nobody ever forgot a Constantine easily.