John ended the call himself when he saw Ianto moving to do the same, pausing briefly to check his messages - nothing from Sherlock, thank God - before looking up to see Ianto coming up to him. He smiled back at Ianto, putting on his best, most natural expression and shook his hand briefly. "John Watson. Nice to meet you. Er, in a way I'll remember, at least." After all, he had their argument on his phone, sure, but he didn't remember it.

He nodded at Ianto's gesture towards the stairs, smiling easily, actually relaxing because, okay. He could handle a tourist office. There was nothing easier to handle than a tourist office. ...Why did the community want Ianto, then, though? After all. Tourism wasn't precisely consulting detectives or... whatever Minatsuki was. (Other than crazy.) How did he fit into the relatively more... interesting lifestyles the community seemed to attract?

Sherlock would be so proud of him for noticing this, he realized with a sigh. "By all means, then," he said, gesturing towards the steps.