“Upset? Yes. Scared? No,” Ivan returned at the man’s assumptions. He was sizing Adrian up but knew he couldn’t act on it. “Also try pissed off.” Maybe there had been fear but it wasn’t something Ivan would admit to in that moment. Maybe it would come later once his reality properly set in. He looked at what the man held up, staring, wondering if it was some sort of trick. Wondering how he should answer that without giving any more ammunition against his parents.<br/><br/>“I was taking them because I obviously didn’t want to be a part of this process,” Ivan said, motioning around himself. He deliberately made it seem like it had been his own choice, not his parent supplying and putting him on the suppressants, careful with his wording. He trusted no one and already the man before this one had made it plain they would use things against him if he made it too difficult. A threat, but a motivating one for Ivan.<br/><br/>“Look. I know I’ve got to be compliant with all this bullshit. Just understand I’m not about to do it with a smile on my face. Your job, whatever is it you’re supposed to do for me, shouldn’t be too difficult. You tell them I’m doing whatever it is that needs to be done and I won’t make it be, anyway.” Ivan trying to steer some of his control back. “I have some questions for you. How long am I going to be here and what the hell am I going to be facing when I leave? If you think this adjustment period is going to change much for me, you are mistaken. So just explain the bigger picture because I’ve already resolved myself to this shithole experience.” Knew he wouldn’t fight or run.