Ianto
"Arduinna doesn't care," Ianto assured Jiao airily, speaking as though he knew for a fact what lay in the wild fae's thoughts. At least when it came to this. "And I'm sure they already know. It's not every day that someone like me strolls into the Sidhe Village now, is it? Well... don't answer that. I know it's been much more common as of late." He smirked.
Shrugging, the fox leant back against the wall and arched an eyebrow down at the work she was doing on his cravat. He didn't seem bothered by a bad deal; he usually found himself in over his head with debt regardless. "There's no such thing as a bad story. And it isn't the secret that's important, my dear. It's the person who told it to you." He winked, brushing a lock of hair out of his face. "How long do you think it will take to make everything?"
Shrugging, the fox leant back against the wall and arched an eyebrow down at the work she was doing on his cravat. He didn't seem bothered by a bad deal; he usually found himself in over his head with debt regardless. "There's no such thing as a bad story. And it isn't the secret that's important, my dear. It's the person who told it to you." He winked, brushing a lock of hair out of his face. "How long do you think it will take to make everything?"
