it's not what it looks like
"I don't know much about these naturals and outlanders, but... knowing your place because someone told it to you doesn't sound that great," Ianto pointed out with a half-smile. "At least here you can carve your own path. And you don't have to make weapons anymore, like you said." He smiled, waiting with obvious excitement for Remi to decide whether or not he wanted to see the sorts of things Ianto carted about in his wagon.
Fully aware of the innuendo that might surface, but appreciating that Remi probably wouldn't be into it right now, he merely grinned and nodded and rose to his feet as the other man expressed his interest. "You always had that right," he said. "I just assumed you would prefer tea, first." Winking, he offered Remi a hand up, before turning to unlock the side door.
When he pulled it open, it seemed strangely and unnervingly dark within, the air seeming to... twinkle, almost. The scent of a different kind of incense drifted out, and Ianto nodded. "Guests first."
Fully aware of the innuendo that might surface, but appreciating that Remi probably wouldn't be into it right now, he merely grinned and nodded and rose to his feet as the other man expressed his interest. "You always had that right," he said. "I just assumed you would prefer tea, first." Winking, he offered Remi a hand up, before turning to unlock the side door.
When he pulled it open, it seemed strangely and unnervingly dark within, the air seeming to... twinkle, almost. The scent of a different kind of incense drifted out, and Ianto nodded. "Guests first."
