Ianto eyes John for a long moment, knowing exactly what he's doing, but understanding that it could be a very long day if he's foolish enough to refuse the offer now. So he swipes the painkillers off the table with the roll of his eyes, twisting the top off of the water bottle and swiftly taking two. There, are you happy? He still has a headache, and no, you're not leaving him behind, no matter what you're planning. End of (the nonexistent) discussion.

"The one you questioned seemed to suggest Olympia should be on the alert, yeah," he points out to John. "I suppose that it could be all talk, but. It's a lot of work to go through for that. And now with a dragon in the mix thank to this Heart..."

They need more information, John's right. The question is, from where? "I'm assuming that none of the bandits captured will say any more on the subject," he hazards aloud. Because that would be too easy. "Where were these... Mythi's Fangs of his known to band up? Here in Wyver?"