Ianto raises his eyebrows at the 'very long'. You're not that old, John, just how long have you been working for these people?

"Well, they seem to work just fine on this alien planet," he murmurs himself, as he moves to pull his own mobile from his front coat pocket. Moving to unbutton it and toss it on the bed beside his bag before taking a seat himself. Tabbing to his contacts before powering off the screen.

"Is that where Atlantis is, then?" he asks quietly. Hanging his hands between his knees, not quite looking at the other man as he does. If he's staying with this man, he might as well try to get to know him more. He's already been in his past, after all.