It was no surprise that the masked "hero" didn't take too kindly to his presence. He wondered briefly if he viewed him as just another one of his villains, running amuck, up to no good. He wouldn't blame him for that assumption, but he would be greatly mistaken. "I know you're not. There isn't a soul alive or dead that is suitable for that job, let alone someone who wants it." He stepped forward, grinning slightly. The mention of Constantine was as amusing as it was frustrating. "I'm actually looking for you."
The white lenses of his mask widen slightly, resulting in being the only readable face expression on his masked face. Lucifer's words only make him further suspicious of him. What could Lucifer of all people want with him? His words are first met with an audible hum as he ponders how best to address the unexpected situation he's found himself in. "I'm listening," he replies, "but I make no promises or deals." If there's anything he's learned from Constantine, it's that it's best to avoid making deals with other worldly creatures, especially someone as powerful and quick witted as Lucifer. "
"Despite contrary belief, I'm not a fan of deals. At least not anymore." There was a time that he was, but seeing how mortals painted him as someone who persuaded other's to fall and dealt in deals and lies, he was actively acting against those assumptions.
"I actually came here to pick your brain."
Crossig his arms in front of his chest, he paced around him for a second, stopping so he was at his side. "And to ask you a question: Why do you choose not to kill?"
























