Ianto glances down at the sandwich in front of him. Picking one-handed at it a little as with the other hand he keeps the ice pack in place, but not quite feeling like bringing it up to take another bite just yet. Not with the strange bitterness in Jim's voice lingering in the air. He's right, after all. It may very well be a trap. But can they afford the time to hang back and wait while they do too much investigating otherwise? It's been a full day already.

"It's more than that," he says. "They're father and a son. That makes this personal for him. An affront, he... I don't know. Deserves some say in the matter, estranged or no. Is entitled to it? And since he doesn't agree with his father's actions, he's set forth to take matters into his own hands." Things always have a tendency to get messier when they are personal. When there's family involved. Ianto understands that just as well as any.

"At least we have some direction to go in at all, I suppose," he continues. "Going on the word of a captive, who could be leading us in circles for all we know, or yes. Worse, I suppose. But it's a lead." And Ianto is Torchwood. Might as well be dangling a carrot on a stick. After a full month of sitting on his hands, at least here is a mission. Even if he's not entirely qualified to solve it...