Ianto
"No?" Ianto didn't try to not sound hopeful, the fox just about resisting the urge to smile at the news. That most certainly wouldn't be appropriate. Instead, he positively cackled at the alchemist's comment about him, folding his arms across his chest even as the vine refused to let him go. "I dunno who you have been talkin' to, Remi, but I assure you that we were nothin' but professional with each other the entire time we were together."
The shit-eating grin on his face said otherwise, and there was not bit of about it. Ianto was a mischievous sneak, through and through. As they spoke, then, he dug into his pockets to find his pipe, figuring he may as well pass his time trapped enjoyably. "Mm? Yeah. Until you learn the ways the forest likes you to walk, it will turn you right around and you'll end up back where you started."
The shit-eating grin on his face said otherwise, and there was not bit of about it. Ianto was a mischievous sneak, through and through. As they spoke, then, he dug into his pockets to find his pipe, figuring he may as well pass his time trapped enjoyably. "Mm? Yeah. Until you learn the ways the forest likes you to walk, it will turn you right around and you'll end up back where you started."
