John feigns offense, pointing at Midnighter with the knife still holding a partially eaten fillet. "I'll have you know I cook a fantastic breakfast, thank you." He brings the knife back to his mouth to take another bite.

"John Constantine, though I usually only hear the latter if I've pissed someone off." The single, and admittedly unique, name doesn't really rattle him. He's heard plenty others like it already. "I like Midnighter though, I'm no stranger to a mouthful." Eyyy. "No relation to anyone named Papa Midnite, are you? Because if that's the case I'm going to have to ask for my fish back."