Ianto truly frowns at the implication that magic angel powers could do anything to help his predicament. They could, he supposes, but he also knows the dangers of accepted unsolicited gifts of power from strangers. There are usually side effects or clever loopholes. "I'd be afraid of that going Monkey's Paw for me." The decor lightens a little as he notices Aziraphale noticing. Somber dreams, that's so four months ago. "No offense." For the few minutes they have known each other, Ianto gets the sense that Aziraphale is not that type. Still, he'd rather not owe an angel a favor. But then... "Could I get a raincheck on a miracle?" One never knows.