IANTO
"Hardly," Ianto said with a sly smirk. "I can only tell you what I'd like for you. Although, given that your decision literally involves ownership over me, you'd think I'd want a say." He chuckled, though there didn't sound as though there was much mirth in it. Indeed, the fox seemed to have forgotten everything about what he was doing, and the brush of fingers against his hand seemed to stir him somewhat.
Turning his hand so he could catch a hold of Remi's, he glanced up at the hawk and smiled weakly. "Shoes with springs, huh," he said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "It's not just the peddling of wares. I told you - she owns me, Remi. I do whatever she says. I can't break out of that. I don't know if anyone can."
Turning his hand so he could catch a hold of Remi's, he glanced up at the hawk and smiled weakly. "Shoes with springs, huh," he said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "It's not just the peddling of wares. I told you - she owns me, Remi. I do whatever she says. I can't break out of that. I don't know if anyone can."
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