IANTO
"Is it? Is it always something with me? Or is it just always you coming in here and causing something?" Ianto grinned up from where he was crouched on the floor, standing up cups and plates and the teapot until it did look like a little set, before he rose to his feet again to tend to the sizzling meat on the stovetop. "Oh I'm sure," he drawled in response to his mentioning tea in his sleep, unsure by now whether it was true or just another of James's tales. Either way, he wasn't complaining; the quaint, chipped little teaset warmed something up inside him.
Grinning over his shoulder, he tilted his head back at the snake. "Oh you're right, where are my manners? So sorry. You're welcome, James, for my generosity in inviting you in out of the cold, and feeding you. You're very welcome, any time at all."
Grinning over his shoulder, he tilted his head back at the snake. "Oh you're right, where are my manners? So sorry. You're welcome, James, for my generosity in inviting you in out of the cold, and feeding you. You're very welcome, any time at all."
where are your gods now
