Ivar nods. "Oh yes. You've made that abundantly clear." There's been more than one instance now of Ivar ending up in Alfred's bed, always ostensibly because he was cold and needed to warm up. The fact they often had pleasant chats while lying beside each other was just an added bonus.

He sits up a little bit straighter and takes a sip of his drink. "Oh yes I am. I'm not letting such beasts get away with their partial victory. I intend to kill at least one of them." His eyes shine brightly at the thought of a hunt. He's never been all that good at hunting considering it usually requires being swift as well as skill, but these beasts allowed him to rely on his strengths of cunning and blunt force.