"Race you?" he asks, a bit incredulously because Ianto can't remember the last time he's ever had to race someone for anything in his life. What are we, ten?
He lofts an eyebrow in return, his expression shifting to perhaps something of challenge as he asks, "Would I win tonight, if I did?" He can see right through you just now, you know, John. Maybe not always, but certainly tonight.
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"Race you?" he asks, a bit incredulously because Ianto can't remember the last time he's ever had to race someone for anything in his life. What are we, ten?
He lofts an eyebrow in return, his expression shifting to perhaps something of challenge as he asks, "Would I win tonight, if I did?" He can see right through you just now, you know, John. Maybe not always, but certainly tonight.