His eyes follow Ilde for just a step, then land back on Ivan again. He clears his throat, shifting in his seat. If her presence were some manner of litmus test, he's probably failed already, but it's evident he's trying. (...Not that that helps, necessarily.)

"Small blessings." Oh, Herrick.

"And no Daisy, I take it?" he asks carefully. As vampire romances go, he'd always thought Ivan and Daisy were rather sweet--for a given value of thereof.