Ivan tries not to flinch. Touch sets off his power. He copies forms upon contact; he's still not used to the feeling. He's thinks he never will be.

"I called to you? But I... do I know you...?" The question sounds odd to even Ivan's ears, but there was a time when he questioned why the name Edward meant so much to him. He still doesn't know who this Edward really is. Thinking like that, it might not be so strange to think he called out to someone he doesn't know.