"Right you are then." Constantine grins, all devil-may-care bravado and grabs for Loki's hand. "Shall we?"

Running headfirst into a storm of ghosts and memories with a god by his side? And here he'd thought this place would be boring. The wind howls around them as they dart out, the storm definitely increasing as it gets closer and he imagines that it won't be much longer until they lose what magic they've been able to claw back. Better to do this quick, then.

"Close enough for you?"