[Ivan swings a hand out to reclaim the bottle, but doesn't even come close. He squirms against the cuddle for a moment before quickly settling in.]

Hehe.../not yours~ but you c'n have me for a li'l while~.../

[This man was much kinder than what he was used to from random strangers (or so he thought), and Ivan reveled in it, nuzzling up against him.]

/Wha's wrong with Raman? I like it./