Ivan looks about as happy to see him as he would have expected, but he doesn't say anything outright. At least, not yet. Clark doesn't expect it to last very long, all things considered, but he'll do what he can and maybe not make things any worse, if he's lucky.

He leans over far enough to snag Ivan's second bottle of wine and settles back onto a stool.

"Well," he says dryly. "Then I guess I'm full of surprises."

He twists the cork off the bottle and takes a long swallow directly from it. Alcohol doesn't do anything to him, so it hardly matters how much of it he drinks.

"Didn't take you for the type to drink alone."