That gets a laugh from him, and he shakes his head. "He'd probably want to, but no one's going to let him," is out of his mouth before he realizes what, exactly, he just said. Coughing to cover up the slip, Ivan attempts to move smoothly on. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me." Maybe she won't follow up on it; he can hope so, at any rate.

"Boy?" He teases, with mock offense. "Only my uncle calls me 'boy' these days. What about 'young man'?" Eugh, that doesn't sound any better, and his face wrinkles comically as soon as he says it. "Nevermind." Bad idea.