“You’re having an allergic reaction,” Owen informed Ianto.
“I’m well aware of that,” Ianto replied, his calm tone at odds with his restless fidgeting as he fought the urge to scratch the itchy red spots covering his body. “How about telling me something I don’t know? Like what I’m allergic to and how to stop it itching!”
Owen was enjoying the situation way too much.
“Isolating the allergen could take days,” he smirked
“Don’t mess with me, Harper, I have the power to make your existence a living hell,” Ianto reminded him.
Owen went pale.
“Give me half an hour.”