He might, he says, and Ianto quirks his eyebrow at the other man again.
"Piece of cake," Ianto repeats, feeling it difficult not to sound a little incredulous in response to the other man's nonchalance. There is nonchalance and then there is. This. He isn't quite sure he would go so far as to call it denial, but. He'd definitely call it something.
"If you gave me a map of Cardiff, maybe Wales, then I would likely be able to give you a fair idea of our location in them based on the geography around us. But our position in the -- what, the universe? Based on the star signs?" He gives John a look that says he knows there's something he's not telling him.
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"Piece of cake," Ianto repeats, feeling it difficult not to sound a little incredulous in response to the other man's nonchalance. There is nonchalance and then there is. This. He isn't quite sure he would go so far as to call it denial, but. He'd definitely call it something.
"If you gave me a map of Cardiff, maybe Wales, then I would likely be able to give you a fair idea of our location in them based on the geography around us. But our position in the -- what, the universe? Based on the star signs?" He gives John a look that says he knows there's something he's not telling him.