Constantine grinned and felt his face flush when his father suggested he'd someday meet someone as equally matched as his father and mother were. "I suppose." Constantine mumbled before he perked up at his father's response to killing.
"Fifth year." He repeated again, this time feeling a bit closer matched with his father. It wasn't much into his own fifth year when Constantine had made his first conscious kill as well. Hungry for more information, Constantine looked eagerly at his father. "What happened? Tell me." Constantine smiled wide, a sparkle returning as the topic shifted to his comfort zone.