"Relevance can be very relative," Cael advises. His curling fingers unconsciously find the strings, occupying themselves. Pluck, pluck, punctuating silence and guiding his own thoughts back in toward the point. As his fingers still, his head turns. "And fleeting."

He raises that hand, offered in form and angle for the gentleman to decide: shake or kiss. Much easier to find what people prefer, before trying to lead an introduction.

"Call me Cael. I suppose in the absence of a card, you'll just have to be memorable." A dig, and only a conversational one: Cael wouldn't haven gotten as far as he had, forgetting names or faces. "From where do you come, John Constantine, that death and demons are so relevant to you?" A strange word, perhaps one he'll confirm coming from the old continent, or further beyond?