rings of smoke through the trees

for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul

Pressing his fingertips against the bridge of his nose and doing his absolute utmost not to let his thoughts slide in the (likely unintentional) direction that Ianto has sent them tumbling, the alchemist just chuckles out a bashful laugh as he shakes his head softly. "You won't be. I've...sorted out my thoughts on you." It's a vague sentiment, but the actual explanation is a good deal more complex and probably not one the fox is keen to hear. "Also when it comes to sleep with the two of us—" And he does mean sleeping, "—we have some rather interesting abilities you might like to see." Dreamwalking was quite addictive, as both Remi and Ronin well knew.

Biting at the inside of his cheek to keep his lips from twisting into too immediately a smile, the Lullaby looks over his shoulder. "Of course I don't mind. Just so long as we get first dibs on all the non-bullshit you're selling." He adds crookedly.