Caleum eyed Constantine for a moment with one eyebrow raised. He had to be serious if the boy was preaching for him to shut up. "Those are serious words," he said as he tried to hide the smirky look on his face. "Where the evidence, Sherlock? Let me see the photo." He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers every now and then and clearly not paying attention to anything else going on in the broomshed at the moment, unless it involved making plan for poker night.