[Hmm, yes, a proper reanimation, sure thing— Constantin hums while he fiddles with the mirror, uncertain if he would like to see a whole reanimation, currently. A foot is different, but he supposes depending on how many affectionate little kisses he earns for supporting Danya's Doctor Time, he can make some adjustments...

Later, though. The poor foot.]

Darling, is there a foot sitting out on your dining room table as we speak? What if she tried to escape before losing her verve?

[Imagine! Anyway, the mirror: once he's got it open he squints at it for a moment, to ensure that the random memory of hopefully his house is, indeed, his house, then he holds it up so Daniil can see. The house is large, and since this is a point-of-view memory, the sight of it keeps bobbing in and out as the past Constantin looks at all kinds of other things - the truly annoying amount of stairs up to the house, the construction scaffolding still clinging to its far side, the little brownstone next door, a side street leading to who knows what kind of exciting mysteries - but at the top of the stairs, the house. A guard hastens forward to open the front doors, revealing just a glimpse of opulent tile flooring and another staircase on the far side of the foyer, and then the memory loops back to the beginning.

Please behold!!]

You made a face.