Ivan doesn't move to strike him again. After a moment, he says, "As much as beating you to a pulp would be terribly satisfying at the moment, I wouldn't like to damage our hostess' room. Besides, you're off your tits." He sounds disgusted, a bit tired.

"But honestly, after all that heartrending talk you gave me in Bristol about a woman saving you, you could have waited at least a few weeks before shagging my wife. I did save your bloody life, after all, though why is escaping me." He pulls out his cigarettes. If he's not going to beat Ivan bloody, he's going to need a smoke.