“Y-Yes sir.” The bartender stuttered.
“Such beauty is not suited to someone like me, you’re thinking that, right?” Constantine kneeled so their faces are on the same level, his eyes watches the man’s scared ones while holding up the stem of thorns.
“N-No, not one bit sir, I am not thinking such way,” the barkeeper insisted.
Constantine eyed him from the depths of his soul, “Then let’s see who’s lying,” he whispered menacingly, and out of nowhere he stabs the stem of rose to his shoulder earning him a loud groan as the blood was sipped by the rose.
Series of audible gasps where heard from the people surrounding them, there are people who even got sick of seeing that resulting for them to passed out and others to puke.
The bartender clutches the thorny stem of the rose in an attemp
