"So you'd like if we had a 'haunted honeymoon' type of situation, I see. That could be arranged. Just no Halloween wedding; so cliche," Constantine's spirit reasoned to Frankie's astral self. "Especially for the likes of us. Perhaps something in the summer?" His hands rose and his fingers danced to inspire visions of warm breezes and flowery smells. "Sorry if this is making you uncomfortable Wong, I understand you've just recently broken up." Or so (jokingly) sayeth the cousin of Francine. Whom he'd met. And found robust.