"You tell that asshole if he hurts you, or even pisses you off, I'm gonna spit roast him on a rusty goal post," I grumble in his ear. Devon winces and I let him go. "Thanks for that haunting mental image. But you can tell him yourself at the Council meeting." "Oh, I'll tell him all that and more," I assure him. Just because I'm being supportive doesn't mean I have to like it. If there's any silver lining to this, I guess it's that I can make Constantine's life a living hell a hell of a lot easier if he's my brother in law.
