Ianto pushes himself to his feet, crossing to the other man to be certain it is what it seems. Definitely a chocolate bar, and John is definitely taking the piss now. He raises an eyebrow at the other man's words -- honestly, he hadn't meant for it to sound like that, and he even had apologized for it too.

"All right," he says. "Do you mean to just rub that in my face or are you offering to share? Do you want me to apologize again? ...cook? The kitchen doesn't have a lot but it is stocked, as best it can be."

Is the key to your friendship through your stomach, John? He's willing to bribe you if he has to, for the sake of chocolate. Especially if he might never get to have any again.