Taff gave a small laugh, clearly not taking her threat seriously at all. She wasn't exactly a big or scary girl by any means. It was almost the equivilant of a small dog threatening to tear out a rotwieller's throat. It was unimaginable. But then they say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover...
"Oh, yeah, sure. He treats some people nicely, and that makes him a saint, you're totally right! God, how could I have been so stupid? Next time I see him, I'll bow down," he sneered, "it has nothing to do with the fact that he's too thick headed to think that maybe I AM sorry about what I did to Ant? Or that Ant's actually fucking forgiven me? Or that the shit that happened on the train wasn't my fault. No, you'te right, the sun shines out of his arse." Truth be told, Constantine had started to forget why he disliked Ioan at all. All he knew was that he didn't like him, and he wanted to hex his face beyond recognition.
"Why don't you just piss off Vane? And feel free to tell your boy that the next time we meet, I'll make sure he sees me before I curse him," he added in a snarl.