Nicely deflected there, sir. What the man wasn't saying was almost as amusing as what he did say. Getting any information out of him at all was starting to look like an interesting proposition. A project, maybe.

"Former Grand Mage, anyway." Erskine shrugged. "There were some... developments shortly before I found myself here."

The understatement of the century, that.

After only the slightest hesitation he reached out to take the card, then drew back to study it. The name didn't ring any bells, but the description.... Master of the Dark Arts. Erskine glanced back up at Constantine, moving only his gaze, not his head. He didn't particularly look like another Serpine, another Mevolent.... And surely someone wouldn't be so completely reckless as to put that on a business card? "I get the 'exorcist' bit," he said slowly, after a moment. "What exactly does the rest of this entail?"

At that last bit Erskine blinked, startled, before forcing a thin smile. "Yeah, well. I have a thing for redheads myself." He tucked the business card into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and then sat back in the armchair finally, hands on the armrests, and shot Constantine a sly smile.

"It'll have to be your bed. I don't imagine Anton would appreciate me bringing other people into his."