Ianto can hardly argue with that. He squints suspiciously at the forest in front of them, overall not feeling too keen on crossing that shimmering threshold himself, before glancing back at John. Watching him as he works on rolling out the fyrra and wondering if maybe he shouldn't offer to help. If that wouldn't shatter another conception of himself that the other man might have.

"I thought you'd never ask," Ianto quips in return, unable to help a witty reply even now. He hooks his fingers in the straps of his bag, rocking on his feet anxiously. Wondering if John had somehow procured them some matches as well or how he was expecting to be able to light this up. "We should only need the one. Unless you've got anything against sharing." He raises an eyebrow.