"You never know," counters Ivan, "although I'm not surprised you did all your assigned reading." That absolutely is a jab at him being a teacher, but Ivan means it well and fondly besides, sliding his finger in further while his other hand reaches out to catch one of David's restless ones. He intertwines their fingers, squeezing reassuringly.

"I'm going to curl it now," he says, doing exactly that to press at the spots he's been trained should feel good most; everyone is different, though, so he's not sure how David will react.