Iris hasn't felt this cherished in what feels like forever - cherished without debt or strings, a quiet place of trust and safety. She breathes it in for a moment before she speaks.

"Not yet, no. I saw 'im on the network and I knew I'd wind 'im up if I tried. So I didn't try. I'm still a bit weird about vampires, for one, and I can't say I'm much better with old immortal dictators."

She doesn't allude to it aloud, but she's quietly pleased about that. Seven years of Barge have taught Iris a lot about when to sit down and shut up. She slants a glance up at Babs.

"I s'pose I'll 'ave to, now. What's 'e teaching you, anyway? What's 'e like?"