Ivan laughs at that, and shakes his head. "No, I'm as human as you. It's--" Difficult to explain, and something that Miles and Gregor could do a much better job at explaining than Ivan. "The Vor are a military caste on my planet. But it goes beyond that, into something cultural." The ideals of sacrifice and service, of putting something before yourself every day of your life. Things that, again, his cousins are not only better at explaining but better at doing. "And the entire lot of us are famous on our planet for drinking to excess at the smallest excuse. Vorishly drunk means wandering around at the end of a party, vomiting into the bushes in the dark."

The mention of an interesting desk job makes him grin, shaking his head. "I'm fine with as minimal excitement as possible, thank you." Life is hard when you're third in line for absolute power. Head down, keep out of trouble, that's how Ivan works. "Yeah? What did he do?" She looks happier when she mentions her father, so he might as well ask.