[Can... have an idea of where her thoughts would stray, as he often felt similarly around Snow or even her child, much as he refused to ever voice such things. So he approaches Constance, trying to be cheerful.]
Constance! [He only just manages to bite back a 'dear', figuring he'd get slapped for it.] Would you like to help me paint? I'm still a little sore after everything... [Whine whine. He's not, but he's trying to get you to say yes.]