[ Konstantin stands near the wall, shoulder tipped just slightly against it, a comfortable stance as he holds his own cup and listens. ]

Maybe I could help you with it, after you warm up inside a little. I think even this worn-out old man can manage pouring some water.

[ A playful smile, and all of the strange flow of complex feelings tucked inside of him stay that way, not betrayed. But he still feels them, little glimpses of things peeking out. Through all of them — it'd be nice to help, he thinks. To work alongside Vasiliy, too. ]