Ianto grinned, shrugging and batting Myfanwy out of routing her way into his suit jacket. "Maybe so. Not a lot about my job is this cool, though. I mean, moving around dead bodies, cleaning up alien messes, doing paperwork, keeping Jack's temper in check..." He sighed. "The fact that Myfanwy is kind of one of the easier bits isn't really fair, really. She is pretty great, though." He reached out to stroke her crest, which earned him a happy-sounding chirruping noise.