Ianto
Jiao's remark about his godmother might not have been malicious, but the teasing cruelty was not missed by the fox. Ianto's smile grew a touch sharp, an expression more fey than not, and he shrugged his shoulders casually.
"Nice, nasty, that isn't for me to decide. You'll just have to take your pick and see what lands in your lap," he said, meandering over after her as she worked, mainly so he could look over her shoulder and be something of a nuisance. He was rather good at it.
"I don't think I can. I'm certain of it. Your work is outstandin', I'm sure it would sell very well." Ianto smirked at her. "But what's in it for me?" Two could play this game.
"Nice, nasty, that isn't for me to decide. You'll just have to take your pick and see what lands in your lap," he said, meandering over after her as she worked, mainly so he could look over her shoulder and be something of a nuisance. He was rather good at it.
"I don't think I can. I'm certain of it. Your work is outstandin', I'm sure it would sell very well." Ianto smirked at her. "But what's in it for me?" Two could play this game.
