[ Irving sits as intended -- it's rarely very hard to make him respond more or less as one might want him to, as long as they're telling him what to do without telling him what to do -- and clasps his hands on the table in front of him, both listening and waiting patiently. He's prepared to argue, briefly, that it's obviously an imposition if Jopson is giving up his room, but on the other hand, Irving also rather appreciates privacy, himself... ]

Now, now, Jopson. No need for that-- I'm sure there must be plenty of space for both of us to share the room.

[ And then, pausing, he quirks up an eyebrow up as Jopson makes mention of his contract partner housemate. ]

Mr. Day? [ Safe to say it's not a name he recognizes, so this is no one Irving should already know. ] And which room would be his?