Davi sat down in front of Corvo with a smug smirk. "You're so desperate to hear the sound of your own voice that you even forgot to use my codename."
Corvo's scowl deepened. Ivo hadn't even picked up on it. He took a seat on Davi's left, who rested his arm across the back of his chair with a pointed look in Corvo's direction.
"It's a good thing that we're among friends."
Corvo scoffed. "Friends? I guess that's what you call every guy you fuck. Explains the stupidity of bringing them around."
Ivo listened without saying anything. He knew it wasn't personal. Corvo would have reacted in the same way to any guy Davi brought over. He wasn't even looking at Ivo, his flinty gaze was entirely focused on Davi.
Davi's expression was its usual stoic mask, but despite that, Ivo could sense some amusement. "I guess you wouldn't know seeing as you have none of your own."
Corvo: who wants to dance with you???
Vice: beloved, who asked you?