"No reason," Ivan supplies quickly. Except that he mentally adjusts his image of David to put the other man in tweed and glasses. The image is oddly and overwhelmingly attractive -- a fact which Ivan is completely unprepared for; he normally doesn't find his clients anything more than passingly attractive, what's this?

Well, whatever it is, Ivan is sure he'll get over it. "Kind of sets you apart, doesn't it? The glasses, I mean. In a good way."

Smooth, Ivan Vorpatril. Smooth.