The Sentinels And I can't be holding on to what you got

His fiery eyes watched as Aria seemingly intercepted Deirdre from Renoir – an action that spurned question within him, but not something he was willing to act upon just yet. Instead, pulling away from the small holes he had begun to dug, the ebony youth loped toward the side of the golden man – one who seemed most lost with Lasher’s passing, despite barely knowing the man – or what Constantine would deduce as such. “Renoir, bonjour,” he greeted, the use of his old tongue coming forth and familiar with the French man.