"We don't know, Constantine. We don't know anything about him. It could be a her, or something else entirely. In a hundred years from now I would be the only one 'left over' from this cohort." Of course he can't know about the vampires and angels and other assorted friends joining them. "It doesn't mean anything. In any case he is just the one fellow on the other side of the hole in the ground. We have women, some barely older than children. We cannot just go rubbing everything we come across the wrong way."