Her words hurt, and Constantine found himself gritting his teeth. It hurt because he was sure it was true. Taking out his anger on Ioan instead of on himself... But no, he refused to believe it. He turned, pointing his wand at her again, a silent warning not to come any closer.
"Shut up," He warned, "You don't know anything about me and you don't scare me. Don't fucking kid yourself. Just shut up and get lost. What happens between me and Ioan is none of your fucking business. I'll do whatever I want. So just. Get. LOST." The word echoed down the empty corridor into the darkness. He was almost panting with his fury and hurt. After a moment he turned and marched away, back the way he came, towards the dungeons. Welsh just didn't seem so important now.