Ianto simultaneously sighs and rolls his eyes at the other man, before stepping back towards the bar area again. Assuming that John will follow him. The idea had been for them to get drinks together, after all.

"You offered to teach me surfing," Ianto says, though his tone of voice suggests there may be an affectionate, 'you idiot' added silently on the end of the sentence. "Don't tell me that you're rescinding it now."

He reaches for another pseudo-ale, taking a long drink of the amber liquid before turning back to the other man with an assessing glance. As if to say, 'well?' John deciding Ianto might be better off paddling had been what set them off the path in the first place here after all.