it's not what it looks like
"It's as good as and better, friend," Ianto assured him, smirking and reaching out to clasp his hand in the other man's. "Well, since I don't know what kind of a favour I'm after right now, I s'pose I'd better get on fulfilling my part of the bargain, eh?" He stepped back turning towards the Wildwood ever so slightly but not quite fully turning his back on the other man. (He wasn't stupid).
"A'right, keep up. It's a ways to go and I'll not slow down for you. I'm Ianto, by the way." Tipping the other man a wink, he turned away and quite promptly shifted into a small red fox, padding away through the long grasses and into the trees.
"A'right, keep up. It's a ways to go and I'll not slow down for you. I'm Ianto, by the way." Tipping the other man a wink, he turned away and quite promptly shifted into a small red fox, padding away through the long grasses and into the trees.
