Ohh~ Somethin' to eat, huh? You didn't happen to make Varenyky, did you?

[Ivan scooted to the edge of the bed and slide down to the floor, turning to face the much larger Russian.]

[He'd have to get it out of Yevgeny why he thought his birthday was today, instead of several months from now. But hey, pampering was pampering, and Ivan had no intention to let such valiant efforts to please him go to waste.

And just to be honest with himself...seeing the man like a deer in headlights did little for his ego. It was unsettling. Maybe over something more serious he could maliciously enjoy it, but not over this.]