Ivan is surprised at being adressed and not sent away. Usually when people notice him back home, they will stop talking and shuffle away, or tell him to get out, or start to be generally unpleasant. Depending on who it is, running can be a good option.

So he stays a bit wary, waiting for the bomb to drop; they guy seems nice, and he'd like to just believe that he is - he will act as if he is! But he doubts a bit that it is true. "Ivan Timoevich." He clsps his hands firmly over his belly, trying to not not betray anything but friendly openness. "My father lives here."