Typist's Note: This is so TOTALLY not my fault except for where it sort of is.

[gabsheart]

A young-looking man walks in, dressed immaculately in a white shirt and navy pants. There is a smirk on his face and mischief in his eyes.

Well hello, everyone. The name is Gabriel.

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[blessedbenedict]

*smallsmile* Nice to meet you, Gabriel. I'm Sean. Sean Benedict Constantine.

[gabsheart]

*Oh, we know the name Constantine /very/ well*

Hallo, Sean. Any relation?

[blessedbenedict]

-- relation to whom?

[gabsheart]

John Constantine.

[blessedbenedict]

John Constantine is my father.

[gabsheart]

*any gleeful cackling you hear is purely your own imagination*
I see.

Nice to meet you.

[blessedbenedict]

... do you know him, then?

Nice to meet you too.

[gabsheart]

Only by his considerable reputation.

[blessedbenedict]

*sigh* He does have that. My friend Jacob is starting a club of sons who feel they don't live up to their fathers. I'm vice president.

[gabsheart]

What about sons who feel they can't live up to their mothers? *wry grin*

[blessedbenedict]

Parents, then. I don't feel I live up to either of my fathers, really.

[gabsheart]

*is full of amusion*

Balthazar?

[blessedbenedict]

*blinks* You know Balthazar too?

[gabsheart]

Again, only by reputation. My maman knows them both. Bibically.

[blessedbenedict]

Who is your mother?

[gabsheart]

*smiles very slowly* Ellie. Chantrinelle, if you prefer.