Being a creep wasn't really Ivarr's thing. Not in human form, anyway. When he was the horse Paradox, he displayed normal disgusting stallion behavior from peeing on things to mark his territory to getting gigantic, very public and difficult to hide hard-ons. It had taken some time for him to become surer of his human form, as strange looking as it was, and being comfortable in that skin. After a while, he stopped wasting time worrying about how big his ears were and how his face wasn't symmetrical. He had still gotten male modeling gigs a few years before finding the Cirque regardless of that and that had to say something. "Oh! You don't have to use synthetic. There's another fae here, different kind, she cleans my trailer for me sometimes and she also makes natural shampoo. I use that." He sighed. "But I agree, river smell is much better."
Lifting a hand out of the water, he let it drip off for a second before using it to scrub at his face like a toddler in need of a nap. "Huh?" he asked, even though he had heard her. "Anytime in my trailer is fine." Ivarr sat up, shaking his head and sending water spraying everywhere, then took the bottle of whiskey back. "I haven't been using it lately. Too hot. I go be a horse and stand in shade and snooze. But I didn't today because I don't want the dreams." It was embarrassing. He was so unused to feeling a raw fear of the kind that those nightmares had brought him. Draining the bottle a little more, he then smacked his lips together appreciatively and grinned. "Stretchy boozy dwarf really came through!"