That smile just made him sigh inwardly and smile patiently. "Hello, Mrs. Constantine," he greeted. "It's lovely to see you today.'
Eleanor Constantine was a perfectly lovely woman who deserved to be nominated for sainthood, as far as Hermann was concerned. It was pretty well known that her husband was... less than polite towards almost the entire rest of the female population, to be understated about it.
Hermann, quite frankly, couldn't understand what a woman like Eleanor was doing with that man, but who was he to judge? Not that he wasn't, but even so.