Cher-ol / Constantine
"My fault?" Constantine wasn't sure how he felt about that particular deflection. "You didn't see me going off and getting married just because you didn't ask me out first," he said, and god he wanted a cigarette but it wasn't really the time for it. Sadly.
"Not sure that's how weddings work, not even in Vegas," he pointed out. And then, "Close fly by, behind you." Alien invasions made for a poor time for talking.