Ianto shrugs slightly at the question, and is about to explain to the other man that the whole image of American surfer dude, long hair and a tan, just really doesn't fit with the straight lines he knows a person has to walk to be in the military. But then John makes his comment about skirts and any polite conversational train of thought Ianto might have had goes flying out the window.

Eyes narrowing he turns to frown -- or perhaps glare might be a better word -- at the other man. The comment was hardly warranted, as far as Ianto is concerned. Just because he can't surf? Because he isn't outdoorsy? He had thought better of John, but the truth will out, as they say.

"It's good to know you think so highly of me," Ianto comments, and with a final swallow of his drink, turns to set it back on the bar and leave.