Silence enveloped the room in a blanket of discomfort.
Both sides stared at each other, trying to gauge what the other's intentions were.
"Speak, then. Miss Levesque. What is it you don't want, enough to visit me in my humble abode? Without being invited."
Alex's words became sharp, toward the last sentence, as he tried to make her understand she was unwelcome.
"Come, now. Don't be like that, young man. I can go where I please in this city. I practically own it. Your home is hardly an exception to this."
The sound of teeth scraping together could be heard in the quiet after Constantine's sentence.
"Nonetheless, I do have a reason for coming by. I believe the words I left for the receptionist were enough to say what that is."
Alex looked at her with a glare.
"What dungeon? If there was a dungeon I shouldn't have been in, then why even let it open? That sounds like a you problem, not a me problem."
