"I do appreciate the excitement." Ianto cants his head in acknowledgement of her words. "But there's something to be said for dull. I mean aren't you tired of this?" He nods toward the shipwrecks and stalks in their direction, kicking at a small metal container with his heel. "Mystery and madness and, and... other clever and relevant things beginning with M that I can't think of?"

He plows onward, heedless of the increasingly strange and unfiltered words spilling out. "Aren't you tired of... of dreaming?" He shrugs helplessly.