Ivan kisses her again, longer. "I do, yes. You're very patient with me, you know. And I do fret, sometimes." And he was sometimes curiously domestic. And sometimes he ripped people's throats out. She seemed not to particularly mind any of those things about him, which he would not have guessed. Then again, she wasn't human, and at home, humans were really the only other option besides vampires, and he'd never been quite that masochistic.