Ianto lets out a shaky, smoky breath before he holds it out to John as well. "Sorry, sorry," he apologizes. "It's... Well, I've obviously not started breathing fire yet or anything, which is a good sign. Here."

He reaches up and runs a hand over his face and through his hair. He has a sense he's going to need another few puffs of the fyrra before he really starts to feel it, but it's already more. Comfortable. He's already feeling more comfortable than he had been before.

"It's not bad," he concludes, making a face as he watches John himself.