My mom's side is Russian. I was very nearly an Ivan. I can't decide which is worse.

[Iggy's confusion is far too obviously total to be faked.]

But I'm not making fun?

[He sits still, only now noticing the one-handed thing.]

Oh, good. I'm not ready to die yet.

[He doesn't seem overly bothered by the idea, but he does whine at the stinging of the alcohol. This is not a man made for physical harm.]

Poor? Oh, I didn't think you sounded poor, it's just your Rs sound so soft! It's nice.

I'm from Vancouver Island! That's on the west coast of Canada.

[He doesn't know if the clarification is needed, but most Americans seemed to have zero understanding of any geography outside of their own. Not that he was judging - Iggy couldn't find Ohio on a map if he tried.

At the nape of his neck, the goo slithered slowly toward Eddie's hands.]