Ianto is doing a very good impression of a person radiating hysteria, and that's rather baffling. This kind of disjointed fear isn't exactly something Zagreus is unused to encountering, but normally he has more of a hand in it. It makes him a bit cross, but also a bit curious.

"Well, I'm not stopping you. Is this really what passes for your nightmares these days?" Belatedly, he widens his eyes at his own revelation. He knows this atmosphere, though the quality of otherness to it is still out of place. This is off-kilter, even for his dreams.