I take Ian to the pub.
The drinks are on me, I tell Ian.
Ian likes cycling. I never talk to Ian about cycling. Tonight I talk to Ian about cycling.
Where is the best place Ian has ever cycled to or from?
What is the highest speed Ian has ever achieved on his bike (or someone else’s)?
What is Ian’s favourite thing about cycling?
Does Ian sometimes wish for a world without other forms of traffic, or does having to ride around lorries, buses, vans, etc., make cycling more exciting?
Ian replies warily and monosyllabically, as if I am asking intimate questions about his mum.