Francis can't help the fact that he brightens notably when Ivar says his name. He has a certain type that seems to catch his attention, and that is men that are handsome and deadly dangerous, but with a streak of something softer to temper it. No matter how deeply that might be buried. And Ivar certainly wasn't hard on the eyes, especially just out of the bath like this, damp hair and his bare skin and tattoos on display.

"Well, I came to see you of course," the blonde answers with an easy smile, his tone playful and flirty. But then his expression shifts, turns a little bit serious and he bites at his bottom lip. He hates this. Talking. Especially about feelings, and that makes saying the words hard.

He'd much rather fling himself back out the door, or just flirt with Ivar. But instead he takes a breath and makes himself say the reason that he's actually here. "I actually... I sort of wanted to Talk, if you're not busy?" He says, a little bit self-conscious as he says the words. And you can just about hear the Capitalization when he says the word Talk. He doesn't come out with the whole mention of Dodger and how he'd called Ivar his boyfriend all at once, but he's getting there, he just has to take it a step at a time.

Words and emotions are pretty clearly not something that Francis is real big on. But he's trying, anyway.