Doctor Fate, Doctor Strange, exorcisms and dark arts — even the PI work doesn't really boggle him until occasional matchmaker slips nonchalantly from Constantine's lips and only then does Foggy scoff. The rest? Believable. But matchmaker?

"Come on, how good could the money be for something like that?" he asks, trying to think back on speed dating experiences or every setup date he'd somehow lived through. They were never bad, but they lacked the necessary connection to make something like matchmaking feel like a relevant and prosperous career choice. "Have you ever made a horrible match? Did you still get paid?"

Leave it to Foggy to wonder so deeply about the ethics and longevity of such a thing while following a dabbler of the dark arts like a stray dog.