It was a lot of information, true, but John was used to that sort of thing, so he took it in a stride, hands behind his back and eyes following every motion of Ianto's hand, directing themselves in whatever direction Ianto didn't gesture in when they had the time. It was all filed neatly away, well, as neatly as John could make it - he tried very hard, really, to be at least a little like Sherlock, but some things weren't in his capabilities, and that was a sad fact.

"Myfanwy's the... pterodactyl, yeah?" he asked after a moment, realizing he hadn't even asked, and also that he'd managed not to completely butcher the name. "...How many of you are there?" he added as an afterthought, because he couldn't remember if he'd even asked that. "It's a bit big for just the two of you."