it's not what it looks like
Ianto felt his breath hitch softly in his chest as Remi glanced up and met his gaze, catching him by surprise. He smiled, unable to help it, flashing the gold in his teeth as he did so. The alchemist's hand actually grazed over him, then, and pink flushed Ianto's cheeks as well, though he seemed a great deal more comfortable wearing the shade than his companion. "How I... did it...?" He tilted his head slowly. "I'm afraid I don't know quite what you mean..."
How he... seduced Remi, maybe? "The first time we were anything, I was too busy trying to convince you that you weren't wrong and deservin' of misery and punishment, just because of your preferences." He shrugged. "I like to think I maybe succeeded, a bit... back then, though, I kissed you and it scared you away." Which was precisely why he hadn't been so brazen this time.
How he... seduced Remi, maybe? "The first time we were anything, I was too busy trying to convince you that you weren't wrong and deservin' of misery and punishment, just because of your preferences." He shrugged. "I like to think I maybe succeeded, a bit... back then, though, I kissed you and it scared you away." Which was precisely why he hadn't been so brazen this time.
