*[INT. CONSTANTINE FAMILY CASTLE – STRATEGIC CHAMBER – MORNING]*
*Inside the elegant but militaristic Constantine mansion, *MRS. CONSTANTINE* stands with her arms folded, her posture regal yet intense. In front of her is *LYON CONSTANTINE*, the youngest of her sons — maybe 18 or 19. He's slim, agile-looking, dressed in a casual outfit that screams "rogue rogue rogue." His face carries that natural comedic spark, eyebrows always raised like he's constantly reacting to his own thoughts.*
*LYON (stretching lazily):*
"So… why do I feel like you called me here for a *very* questionable mission?"
*MRS. CONSTANTINE (sharp but calm):*
"Because I did. I want you to tail Mia."
*LYON (freezing mid-stretch):*
"Tail Mia?? *Our Mia*? Our 'I-will-know-you're-watching-me-from-an-alternate-dimension' Mia?"
*MRS. CONSTANTINE (with a small smirk):*
"Exactly. You're the only one with enough subtlety and… questionable morality to pull it off."
*LYON (sarcastically):*
"Wow. Thanks, Mom. That warms the heart."
*MRS. CONSTANTINE (walking closer):*
"She's been acting... distant. And she left this morning looking like she was going to a diplomatic tea party, not a reconnaissance run. I suspect she's meeting someone important—possibly *him*."
*LYON:*"Wait. The 'big unknown cosmic threat' him?"
*MRS. CONSTANTINE:*
"Yes."
*LYON (pausing, concerned):*
"Okay but like… this is Mia. You know how paranoid she is. She's caught me three times shadowing her, and last time she tied me to a griffin and sent me to the roof."
*MRS. CONSTANTINE (calm but firm):*
"You're older now. Better. One of the best we have at stealth. Have a little faith in yourself, Lyon."
*LYON (fake tearfully):*
"You believe in me… this is emotional blackmail."
*MRS. CONSTANTINE:*
"Get dressed. Now. She's already on the move."
*LYON (grabbing his utility pouch, mumbling):*
"Great. Nothing like a casual morning filled with sister-stalking and *potential demon lords*."
*MRS. CONSTANTINE (calling out as he exits):*
"Be discreet, report only to me. And whatever you do… *don't get caught*."
*LYON (from the hallway):*
"Discreet is my middle name! Lyon *Disaster-Waiting-To-Happen* Constantine!"
*[CUT TO:]*
*Lyon hopping onto a stealth-glider, cloaking device flickering on as he zooms off, eyes narrowed with mischief.*
*LYON (to himself):*
"Time to see what *dear sister* is up to... probably kissing a vampire or interrogating a talking crow. Who even knows anymore."
*FADE OUT.*