Ivan Vorpatril knows he has pretty feathers, and knows the rest of the human male attracted universe generally thinks so, too. He doesn't need to strut to bring attention to them. But alright, a real laugh. Ivan leans in, and grabs the other man another thing of ketchup. Normally he's not about making the women he's after drunk -- but in this case it's just to show how to treat someone else. Flattery, kindness, jokes.

"So," he says, trying to picture Sans as something female, taller, and far more attractive, "tell me something about yourself." Interest, genuine interest as he reaches out to touch the jacket over Sans' uniform. Touching, attentiveness, apparent interest in them.

Easy things.