Ianto
Part of Ianto wants to rib Remi for not joining in with the obvious ridiculousness of the tension between them, but the other man is so much stronger than he is, he's not sure where to toe the line with jokes these days. So he concentrates on his stick, stripping smaller branches away until he has something functional. It's beechwood, as far as he can tell, so it should withstand more than a couple of cracks across the knuckles.
"Who?" he wants to know, at the talk of Oliver levels of threat, an eyebrow raising as he glances to Remi. "I mean... Let's just pretend I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm best able to catch chickens and rabbits when it comes to dealing with any sort of prey," he suggests, shrugging his shoulders and glancing over the makeshift staff, nodding as if to say he's happy with it.
"Who?" he wants to know, at the talk of Oliver levels of threat, an eyebrow raising as he glances to Remi. "I mean... Let's just pretend I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm best able to catch chickens and rabbits when it comes to dealing with any sort of prey," he suggests, shrugging his shoulders and glancing over the makeshift staff, nodding as if to say he's happy with it.
