Sugar and milk sounds perfectly fine, so he nods. Usually he has a ton of sugar in his coffee back home, but coffee in Asgard tastes way better than that and he can even stomach it black, so Earl Grey with just one sugar will probably be fine.

He murmurs a thanks as he takes the cup, and closes both hands around it.

"I'm not sure, actually. I moved out a long time ago, but let's just say he's the reason I moved out, so." A pause. "Then again, he's been pretty quiet, and last time we talked was ... fine."

But Ivar seems to have developed a tiny amount of respect for him just because he got a flash of memory of him tearing his own cybernetics out and, frankly, if people need to do bullshit like that just to be treated decently, well. Ivar's got some issues. A lot of them. Eerily similar to Pandoran bandits.