it's not what it looks like
Ianto let his hand drop away as Remi spoke, the fox arching an eyebrow as if unsure what to make of what Remi was saying. His glance towards the sleeping area at the back of the wagon, his references to their previous relationship, wanting to know what came before... it was giving the fox one helluva headache to keep up with it all. And with the sudden raw turn in conversation, he didn't really know how to response.
"I'm afraid I don't follow," he murmured eventually, itching at the stubble on his chin. "Are you sayin' you want to sleep with me? I mean... you hardly know me, in comparison to before."
"I'm afraid I don't follow," he murmured eventually, itching at the stubble on his chin. "Are you sayin' you want to sleep with me? I mean... you hardly know me, in comparison to before."
