Ianto glances aside at the other man as he pulls away, letting his hand fall from his arm at last -- to be replaced by the warmth of John at his side. He reaches out to brace John's hand in his own so that he can see the text closer as the other man scrolls, frowning as he reads.

"Anything they told us has to be taken with a grain of salt, as he says," Ianto allows, glancing up at the other man as he does. "But any information is more than we had before. And if local rumor backs it up -- there's nothing wrong in following the lead." If what the man had said is right, they have some time before the three weeks has passed, after all.

Of course, because he is who he is, he can't let this conversation go by without asking, "You went all the way up to the altar last night? On your own?" Speaking of traps.