"You're Johnny from Gallery. I'm John, from Liverpool." That should have been obvious enough with the accent, but he makes it clear anyway. "Anything else you'd like to know, we could talk about over a few drinks," Constantine offers with a shrug.

Otherwise he's just going to poke his nose where it isn't wanted, try and dig a little deeper into the menaces that are upsetting life on the cruiseship. But how he's going to end up spending tonight doesn't seem to bother him at all with his easy come, easy go attitude.