Accepting the mug and smiling at the little fox, Ianto followed Remi over to the fire and plopped down to sit beside him, unknotting his scarf with one hand and shrugging out of his coat. Cradling his tea in his hands, he glanced across at the other man and sighed. "I suppose Aoife isn't really the right age to call you out on your bullshit yet, huh," he said softly, giving Remi a lopsided smirk.
Lifting the mug to his nose and inhaling deeply, he nodded his approval. "A fine brew," he remarked, before glancing around the guildhall again. "The place must feel enormous without anyone else here," he said.
Lifting the mug to his nose and inhaling deeply, he nodded his approval. "A fine brew," he remarked, before glancing around the guildhall again. "The place must feel enormous without anyone else here," he said.
IANTO
