it's not what it looks like
"You seem particularly hinged on the fact that we had sex, Remi. You don't remember it, so don't worry about it. This is all new as far as I'm concerned." Ianto smirked to the alchemist; all new apart from the fact that he was already in love with him, which he'd of course said but in not so many words. "You aren't meant to understand my business practices. They're a well kept trade secret," he informed Remi with a chuckle, his fingers gently tracing patterns across the other man's lower back.
At hearing Remi say he was cheaply had, Ianto couldn't help but bark out a laugh, shaking his head. "I'll not believe such a slanderous lie," he said, following the alchemist's gaze around the wagon and shrugging as if to say it didn't matter too much. "My godmother," he said offhand. "She creates such things, or finds them. Or trades for them. Either way, she is responsible for their place here."
At hearing Remi say he was cheaply had, Ianto couldn't help but bark out a laugh, shaking his head. "I'll not believe such a slanderous lie," he said, following the alchemist's gaze around the wagon and shrugging as if to say it didn't matter too much. "My godmother," he said offhand. "She creates such things, or finds them. Or trades for them. Either way, she is responsible for their place here."
