"Disturbing and unnatural, yes," Ianto huffed, arms wrapped round himself for warmth. "And complete bollocks, to boot." He could get more vulgar if the other wanted, but Ianto suspected that the instant he started to swear, he probably wouldn't stop. This wasn't the worst situation he's been in (there were three far worse that sprang to mind) but it's the worst he's dealt with in some time.
"Where are you from?" he asked, trying to distract himself with small talk. Jerome seemed to be doing better with the whole hiking through the cold than Ianto was. But then, Ianto was used to running through a city. Paved streets were very easy to run on. "Oh, if you'd like to use more vulgar words, please do. I generally only pretend to be a gentleman. Politeness gets you far in society, but this .. really isn't society."