Ivan stirs, but only briefly. Enough to turn over onto his side and pull at the fabric of his uniform enough that a thin strip of skin is exposed above his waistline. There's a soft snort as Ivan makes a concentrated effort to wave off the interruption before sticking his arm under a pillow and burying his face further into it.

Maybe, Ivan thinks sleepily, if whoever it was goes away he can go back to his dream. It was a nice dream, too, and he'd like to pick it up from where it left off. Which was somewhere around the part where he was kissing Duv up against a wall. Ivan makes a pleased sound into the pillow at the image as he settles further into the couch.