That should be just fine, I'd imagine," Konstantine replies to the celestial.
Turning to Rauthen, he quietly says, "The possibility that we were hired under false pretenses is not one that I did not see. But Helen did not seem false when we spoke with her. Of course, if she was duped, her words would ring true just as she believed them." The bard thinks a moment. "We can afford to spend a little time here. Some of us should explore the place as much as we can. I'll continue speaking with this being and try to learn anything I can. If anything of note is found, I'll come take a look-see."
Assuming that plan is agreeable, at least in the short term, Konstantine turns back to the celestial being. "I'm Konstantine," the bard says with a bow and flourish, "singing minstrel extraordinaire. I am most pleased to meet your acquaintance." If the being is even remotely ameable, Konstantine proceeds to make idle chatter about what the being does here, how long she has had the charge, and the like. And if the chance comes, he'll sing something to her befitting a rough snap judgment of his assessment of her tastes.