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Ianto Jones (iantojones) wrote in silverage,

Ianto cocked his head, watching him work. Obviously Stark was more than a pretty face and a large bank account. Ianto's research had been all about the man, but he'd come across the mention of the Iron Man. He'd just ignored them, skimmed over each line because of the mental effect it had. He still couldn't stop associating the Iron Suit with Cybermen.

And apparently he was working for the man in the costume.

He forced his expression not to change, and nodded his head. He could handle it; it wasn't like Tony was some sort of a sociopath. He was a rich man with a very unique hobby. He probably wouldn't have to even associate with him and the suit, and if he did, he'd just pretend it was a household appliance.

"I used to chase down shark-faced aliens on a weekly basis," he said calmly, as if discussing the morning weather. Since they were trying for complete transparency here, after all. "I assure you sir, nothing you can say or do will at all shock me." He wasn't much interested in the Playboy Club; he had Jack, and he doubted any one of those girls knew half as much... having a boyfriend who was two hundred years old had its perks.