Alright, well that didn't go as planned. Ivan's insides twist uncomfortably -- this is way too close to the ultimate no question for comfort, and he tries to pass it off with a laugh. "We haven't talked about it."

Which is true. They're not even exclusive as far as Ivan's aware, although they haven't talked about that either. And he doesn't want to explain that to his mother either, come to think of it. Maybe if he does throw himself through that window it'll put him in a coma. Time to escape? Absolutely.

"I should-- go get refreshments?" Please let him leave this conversation, please let him go. Please let him escape using propriety as a shield.