it's not what it looks like
It was lucky that they were not in animal form, and Ianto had no idea of the butterflies threatening to send Remi's nerves into a panic, the fox meandering around the store room and reaching out absently to push the shutters open, revealing the twilit forest outside. "Hm?" He turned around, barking out a laugh at the sight of the handcuffs. "Hey, they aren't dangerous. Unless you plan to cuff me to my wagon and make off with my wares, that is."
And if Remi did, Ianto would be torn between feeling betrayed and impressed. The fox leant casually on the polished countertop, grinning at the will-o-wisps that began to bob towards the lantern light. "Hey," he told them, "there's nothin' for you here. Shoo."
And if Remi did, Ianto would be torn between feeling betrayed and impressed. The fox leant casually on the polished countertop, grinning at the will-o-wisps that began to bob towards the lantern light. "Hey," he told them, "there's nothin' for you here. Shoo."
