Winchester
This 'mister' shit's makin' me feel old- older- mate. S'Constantine, or John. An' that's sweet. To be young and idealistic again. (See what I mean? Sod right off with it)
Oh, that's quaint, in a terrifying frustrating sort of way. An' that makes you smart- to not presume, at least. I have yet to run into any of the Lords, and I'm doing everything in my power to keep it that way. Apparently I'm in some bad shite I don't rightly remember. No need to hand meself over.
So what's your gag, Winchester? You sound like you know mine.