"Don't fucking lie to me!" Fuck, but he was pissing him off. "I told you to tell me, I didn't tell you to... Ah, right. Good boy." Did good boys lie? Sam never did. But he supposed not everyone's idea of a good boy was Sam Tyler. Made some amount of sense. Barty sighed and he tried and force himself to calm down again. "You are a government organisation. Ianto, don't be so naive. No government would ever want me to be less. They just want me to work for them."

It was fairly obvious. "Anyway. Thank you. I think I got what I need out of you." Even if he'd pissed him off and made him hurt more. Mixed bag, honestly.