Now it's Ianto's turn to make a face, turning aside to give John a look of his own.

"Darma," Ianto counters, a little incredulously, "is, by all accounts, hundreds of years old and will likely murder you in your sleep."

He turns to settle himself back against John's shoulder again. "There's an idea, though. Magda and Darma. Rumor has it he was in her pocket before he decided to uproot into the mountains like this. Maybe you're on to something."

Or maybe Ianto is just humoring you, John. It's definitely easy to talk nonsense than it is to dig answers or feelings out of you, he'll certainly give you that.