An extremely, very stereotypical young man thing to do, Elizabeth. What can Ivan say? There are things that are expected from him in life, as high Vor. Highest, even, second only to Gregor and tied with his uncle and cousin. Wrapping his arms slightly tighter around her just to see if he can, Ivan grins back. Damn, he does love it when he can make them laugh.

"You'd like my universe," he muses, thinking about it. "A different planet, a different culture. Even Earth's got its own charm for a planet that really isn't involved in anything anymore except for being where it all started." He liked the months he spent in the Barrayaran Embassy, before Miles arrived and everything tended to go the way it does when Miles shows up somewhere. Although he has to admit that Earth was an exceptional example. Clones.

He'd be damned if he let such a lead pass him, though, and a smirk of his own crosses his face. "Yeah? What about now?"