I'm fourteen. And I happen to have the good fortune that even at seven I wasn't a drooling simpleton. Shame about you, then. Must be all the nicotine. [He does follow the wizard's gaze, much more invested in what Constantine can do than he is in the stupid bickering half baked argument they're having.

He rolls his eyes at the accusation. If you can call it that.]

Good. Neither do I. Dialogue is a waste of time, I've always been more partial to action. Exactly why I'm a vigilante. [He puts a plastic bag of dust in the pouch on his belt.]

...Are you not at all interested in what happened here?