That gets him to laughing, too. She isn't a hopeless case for comedy, that much he knew, but she did seem tense. This kind of ease was not present on stage, as far as he heard. Walking in after being given the go ahead, he looked around at the nice room. Just the right amount of luxury and coziness, and the walls were probably thick enough.

"Not yet, thank you. And you have to give it to her, she is a woman of solutions," Igor said, still with that vague smirk, walking on over to the nearest chair and having a seat. "It is all your call though. I am at your disposal to do whatever you like, even if that means just talking."