Ianto has only taken a few sips of his drink, one of which he inhaled. He's not quite certain he's drunk enough to be flirting in sexual innuendo with the other man either, for that matter. Gratefully, he allows the subject to pass and allows himself to take another swig of his drink. Maybe if he drinks it fast enough that problem will be solved.

His hot date, John mentions, and Ianto bites back the urge to sigh at it. "In a matter of speaking," he replies. "I met up with him outside to get the piece of paper letting me in. Oh, and this."

He holds up his other hand, on which he is wearing a heavy metal ring, inset with a dark red stone.

"But I haven't truthfully seen him since, no." He's probably still there. Guarding, or whatever it is he's supposed to be doing.