He frowns lightly at the attempt to distract him though he moves willingly towards Ivan and settles his hands on his boyfriend's waist. Duv's well-aware he's complaining to the wrong person about this particular invasion of privacy -- hell, he was even part of the damn organization that did it -- but that doesn't make him feel any better about matters. Not that he can change it.

"Hello," he says dryly. "We run into each other often here."