LaCroix smirked as he lifted his refilled glass to his lips, taking a measured sip, while his enchanting eyes sparkled with mirth over this Englishman “You do recall the old cliché don’t you John? ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ but I suspect you enjoy tattering on that periphery of danger or at least it enjoys finding you.” He cradled the glass in his hands as he leaned back in his chair; an amused sound escaped him while he relaxed in his chair observing his ‘friend.’ “Then who am I to stand in the way of such amusing games? Continue your line of questioning my dear John Constantine but I reserve the right to answer or not” Playfully he lifted his glass to him in a kind of toast before taking another sip of it.
The word stray caught his attention. What did he mean taking in a stray? Did he want something? Carefully he arched a brow, tilting his elegant skull to one side as he leaned forward again with an intense expression upon his milky face “I do hope you are not including yourself in that John. I would hardly call you a stray” Like with Janette he knew that John Constantine was of royal blood somewhere down the line; after all he did bear the name Constantine.