"Yeah, well, the blighter isn't fond of me either, unless he wants something. I don't think he's even fond of himself," he said, shrugging. "Only things he really loves are his sisters, I'll give him that."

Constantine closed his eyes, and leaned back. "'And one day every century, it is given unto Death one day to live and die as a mortal, so that she may better understand the value of the life she takes,'" he recited. "--pay no mind to Dream. That whole 'not given' bullshit was made up because he's a shit boyfriend."