Captain just gets him to to snore louder. Well, snore louder and twist again, back onto his back -- uniform riding up further. He's not sure what Duv's doing, calling him Captain Vorpatril in his dream; did he have a thing for that? Ivan's handsome face scrunches up in confusion as his dream-self stumbles over that particular roadblock before going back to what was most important.

Falling silent again, Ivan remains that way unless disturbed, occasionally tossing and turning on the couch that pulls his uniform higher.