Ianto
"I mean, that's better than my ass," Ianto murmurs, mostly to himself, before he's trying to go ahead with this whole sparring thing. Naturally, the Lullaby puts any of Ianto's agility to shame within moments, causing the fox to stumble a bit, though at least with the shove to his shoulders he doesn't go flying this time. He does trip, of course, managing to pivot around to face Remi again.
But then the alchemist is asking something absurd, and if it's an attempt to completely derail Ianto then it works like a charm. His grip grows a bit more loose on the staff as he straightens up, his coppery brows furrowing together. "Uh... are you hungry?" he asks. The answer is always, as far as he's aware, but he didn't expect to be having this kind of conversation while training.
But then the alchemist is asking something absurd, and if it's an attempt to completely derail Ianto then it works like a charm. His grip grows a bit more loose on the staff as he straightens up, his coppery brows furrowing together. "Uh... are you hungry?" he asks. The answer is always, as far as he's aware, but he didn't expect to be having this kind of conversation while training.
