Really? [Though perhaps she shouldn't be surprised -- he's never seemed to take an interest in the small batch of candies she buys to the front desk of the hotel, after all, so it makes sense it's quite simply because he dislikes sweet things.]
Well. I suppose it's not surprising.
[Constance takes the candy from him, privately worrying about Porthos because of all the things. Don't think she can't notice how tired you seem. But instead of pointing that out, she offers a nod and a smile.] Thank you.