"Oh! Right, right! Guy who lost the thing that protects him during the day." Emerson snapped his fingers, stepping back to allow Ianto to step inside the house, shutting the door behind him. "You know, you should probably recommend that he not lose those things. I hear they're kind of important."
Of course, there was the matter of his payment. "Emerson DeWitt. People I don't know just use the last name. I'm fragile and need to learn how to trust or something." He held out his hand, grinning all the while. He didn't much care if the guy was a slave or not. He wasn't his slave, and he'd never much cared for all the formalities anyway. Pissed him off more than anything.