"Who do you think set me up for it?" Both of them are complicit, as far as Ivan's concerned. And he likes Dono, he always has. Ivan makes progress on the glass he's still holding - less nursing, more proving why Vorishly drunk is a legitimate phrase.

That's a question Ivan expects more from his mother than his uncle, and the surprise at it being sprung on him instead of any other option startles an unguarded answer from him. "Uh, I wasn't?" That sounds... rather terrible once he says it, and Ivan has the good grace to wince slightly. "We haven't talked about it. Just, you know, an unspoken agreement not to be obvious about it." He likes to think they've managed that, at least.