And all Amelia really cares about is the 'who' in that 'someone'. She also hadn't realized how truly entertaining Mr. Constantine could be during incineration until just now.

Back in the real world, however, her urge to kick the git in the head is made an impossibility with present company. "As much as a joyless existance of boozing and back-stabbing sounds lovely, I like my world of stocks and charities just fine. And I doubt very much that you have ever seen the amount of money to afford me, so stop calling me 'sunshine'."