Constantine pursed his lips and pulled away from the cheek-pinch. He was too old for cheek pinches, that was for sure. "I bet I'd be a sexy drunk.. no. I'll be a cool drunk. You know that awesome guy hanging out in the corner with a glass of fire whiskey? That'll be me," He told Tristan with the utmost confidence that he was basically predicting his future. He rubbed his forehead again and gave Tristan another grin, "I think, as a present for my birthday, you should let me take you flying on my broomstick."