Ianto eyes the artifacts warily, before shaking his head. Glancing back at the other man in turn. "I hadn't exactly been planning on it," he admits. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm here, yes, but. Well, it just seems a bit odd, yeah? Insisting that we spend the night. I wanted to see what the fuss was all about, but I have a perfectly good bed to go home to and I don't see why I shouldn't return to it."

Especially if there are artifacts in these halls which are going to insist on giving him visions of being stabbed in battle. "It's not like they're going to be locking us in," he adds, before glancing warily at the other man. Are they?