The door in is dramatically flung open as Minato bursts in, landing in a sort of 'tah-daah!' pose. A deep bow, and he heads directly for Igor, flinging himself loosely onto a nearby couch.

"Igor, babe, I love what you've done with the place! It's faaaa-bulous!"

As he sits up straighter, peering at you, he brushes his bangs out of his face, revealing an already-fading black eye.

"So, uh...listen. I never had the chance to ask this before, so Imma get it out of the way now."

All of a sudden, his relaxed attitude vanishes and all traces of merriment disappear from his voice.

"Those thousand years of torture where I was forbidden free will - did you know about them?"