it's not what it looks like
"Mm, she did," Ianto says with a gentle nod, though he doesn't know enough about Mort's daughter to really comment on her proclivities for adventuring. He does snort at his friend's snide comment, however, giving him a shove back for good measure, though he's completely correct, of course. "Wherever I go, I do try to be a shining example of something," he agrees with a grin, meandering further down the riverbank and scrunching his nose at the memory somewhat.
"Oh, the wings helped with the land shark," he says to Remi. "Not so much with the dust storms. It was bad out there. We had to shelter in the wagon until we were finally able to head back the way we came." Wincing as he recalled the stinging against his wings, he turns back to the Lullably only to recognise that look in his eye. "No," he begins instantly.
"Oh, the wings helped with the land shark," he says to Remi. "Not so much with the dust storms. It was bad out there. We had to shelter in the wagon until we were finally able to head back the way we came." Wincing as he recalled the stinging against his wings, he turns back to the Lullably only to recognise that look in his eye. "No," he begins instantly.
