Ianto raises an eyebrow at John's question, sitting up to glance at his prone form where it lies sprawled across the other bed.

"Of course I would," he replies. "Or at least I'd do my best to try. It's a long walk through that forest. At least it was for me, at any rate. You've been giving me the impression you've had just about all the help from me that you can stand, though." What with this vein of conversation he's been meandering down.