  He laughs. "Robin tends to have that result follow around behind. Not from Robin directly usually, but something, somehow arises....which leads back to my door. " He gives you a warm smile. "I kept it cold for you...I know it's your favorite. Tastes better in glass doesn't it? " "So you're here about Saint Ivan are you? Well, I can tell you one thing which I imagine you'll find hardly surprising....he's gone missing. " 
