Ivan almost jumps and just so manages to control his bladder. Wetting himself would be the worst in a new house like this. "Out." He's not quite sure what the butler just said, he didn't listen carefully enough to dissect the foreign words, but he gestures towards the door at the other end of the hall, hoping to make clear what he needs. Finding an actual toilet would be nice, too, but at this point all he wants is a hidden place outside where he can pass water.