[No no, this is very endearing— It's sweet, hearing the things other people treasure the most about their most treasured, drunk and chatty or otherwise. Constantin hums, brilliantly pivoting on his heel to actually, intentionally walk backwards for a moment here— only a little unsteadily, to his credit, but how can he best gesture broadly if they are simply side by side? Please understand.]

She must be a stupendous woman! [Bold and empathetic and thoughtful; honestly, it reminds him of his equally absent cousin, but he'll keep a lid on his multi-hour gushing about dear cousin for, ah, now.] Any world I can think of would be made that much more worthwhile with more people like that, don't you think?

[What a wonderful world that would be...! And he passes right by the doors into public housing, backwards and wistful as he insists on being, woops--] Oh! Home sweet home.