Oddly, John does feel included--the focus on him as they settle in together doesn't feel uncomfortable, but more like the way touch should feel. The only kind he can bear, or allow himself to indulge in, being held by their regard if not their actual arms.

He relaxes into it a little more with a sigh, nodding at Anzu's assertion. He hates that it's a thing, but enjoys the universality of it: the language can be odd, the concepts can seem foreign, but some things are the same all over. Still, some of the things he's heard from Lev and now Anzu make him curious, and being here with just the two of them, the air feeling a little easier to draw in...

"In my world, there's only one czar that I ever heard of being killed, and I think he got shot." he admits. "If you don't mind me asking--and you can tell me to piss off if you want--are you guys Russian? Or is that even a place where you come from?"