[What can he say? Ianto has always been an overachiever.

He isn't certain whether the other man wants his help, but given the alternative of standing by idly while he does all of the work... Ianto steps forward and plucks up a relatively decent couple of sticks himself, buying himself a moment to think as he does.]

Ah. Right. Well. It's more... What questions don't I have.

[He glances aside at the other man warily.] I suppose I might ask what to call you, for starters. [Other than wolf-man.] And. This Cwyld you mentioned. Just. What is that, exactly?