For Ilde's part, the less this is a conversation and the more it tends toward territorial posturing (which is how she interprets, probably correctly, my love)-- the more she finds it both gratifying and slightly boring.

“It probably would have been moreso if I were a Hugh Grant fan.” It's hard to tell if she intends this to be comforting somehow, or not, but that is probably the least appropriate comparison possible. (Well, no, we could try harder.)

Anyway.

Deferring, just this once, to Ivan's better judgement and her own desire to go and find someone she'd seen earlier (Mycroft, actually, although she has detours first), she touches Ivan's hand and rises. “I'll let you catch up.”