it's not what it looks like
"Hm..." Ianto gazed thoughtfully into his cup, playing now with one of the bright rings that adorned his fingers. "Perhaps we could work together, to help you regain Ludo's favour," he said slowly. "There's a small section of the woods, here, that are said to belong to it. It's where the Fae bury their dead." Ianto wrinkled his nose - it gave him the creeps, truthfully, and he tried to steer clear wherever possible. But if it hadn't become abundantly clear already, he'd walk into all kinds of shit for Remi.
Nodding, he raised his cup to toast as well. "To new memories," he agreed, flashing a golden smile across to his friend. "Oh, but this wagon sells much more than tea," he murmured, looking just as mysterious and mischievous as ever. "Perhaps if you do decide to join me, I will see about letting you in on it." He chuckled, sipping at his drink and setting the cup down again.
As for his secret, his deal... Ianto shook his head. "It's not a deal, truthfully. They just fear my patron, and I was able to barter trust from there."
Nodding, he raised his cup to toast as well. "To new memories," he agreed, flashing a golden smile across to his friend. "Oh, but this wagon sells much more than tea," he murmured, looking just as mysterious and mischievous as ever. "Perhaps if you do decide to join me, I will see about letting you in on it." He chuckled, sipping at his drink and setting the cup down again.
As for his secret, his deal... Ianto shook his head. "It's not a deal, truthfully. They just fear my patron, and I was able to barter trust from there."
