All of this is useful if deeply unsettling information. Ianto frowns as he cuts a few slices of the bread off for them to eat, listening to Jim's explanation and wondering whether he too could trust anything about a cult who drank the blood of mythical beasts and now apparently went about resurrecting them to raze whole cities to the ground. At least that's the idea, anyway. The poor creatures.

Snagging a piece of bread, he's halfway through his first warm, fresh bite when John pulls his first punch. Ianto's eyes track warily between the two men with him, as though this were some sort of trap (because in a way, he knows it is). He's damned if he doesn't accept John's offer, in case his headache increases. And damned if he does, because then he'll know to call him on his bluff and who knows what will happen then. Will he insist he'll have to stay behind, while he runs headfirst into danger again? Like hell he'd agree to that.

"I thought you said I wasn't to take any," he dodges, carefully. And anyway what happened to your face, he wants to counter, but Jim is there and it's perhaps the only thing that saves him. Speaking of -- Ianto turns to the other man and tries to deflect again. "You said you'd had dealings with him before as well? Rasyc, that is?" He hadn't texted John everything they'd talked about last night, after all. Is there anything Jim hasn't said yet that he's missing? (Deflect, deflect...)