Ivan said, "Ivan not need napkin. Ivan happily makes your trade."
He extended his berry hand to shake Damon's.
(Imagine he's speaking with an incredibly thick accent.)

Damon's firm grip was slightly weakened by his time in prison, but he took Ivan's hand trying not to show weakness.
"I'll hold you to your word," Damon responds.

Ivan said, "Ivan is no liar. Ivan will make good on his promise."

"Good and so will I. My name is Damon."

Ivan nodded, putting a hand on his chest and saying, "Ivan."

"Nice to meet you Ivan," Damon cautiously glances towards Finn as if debating something.

Ivan said, "Now bad time to escape."
He was considerably quieter.

"I know that. I've tried before," Damon responds.
Calmly he walks over to his bed and takes a piece of paper with part of a map on it and hands it to Ivan.
"Well Ivan what do you think of this piece of poetry?"

Ivan gives him a side eye, and says, Ivan thinks it's too clunky. Too much going on and not enough substance."
He was studying it carefully for anything that seemed off.

"I agree but I don't much inspiration to go off of," Damon says.
Gritting his teeth Damon tried to avoid cursing the person who he suspected had put him in the cell.
"So what's your story?"