Ianto
"My dear, why would I ever believe Olivia?" Ianto echoed, though the vitriol sounded musical coming from his lips. His smile was broad and he nodded respectfully across at her. "I came to you first because I know you're the best," he said simply, shrugging his shoulders. Her questions about his Wishing Wagon turned his smile crooked, the fox relaxing back and itching at the coppery stubble on his chin.
"Everything I sell is made or found by my godmother," he murmured, eyes lighting up at her apparent generosity. "I'll be sure to stock some particularly interestin' items, then. Just for you." Winking, he rose to his feet and stretched. "Hm? Oh - gold, if you'd be so kind. It'll match the stitchwork on my sleeve."
"Everything I sell is made or found by my godmother," he murmured, eyes lighting up at her apparent generosity. "I'll be sure to stock some particularly interestin' items, then. Just for you." Winking, he rose to his feet and stretched. "Hm? Oh - gold, if you'd be so kind. It'll match the stitchwork on my sleeve."
