Ianto withholds any judgmental comments or expressions. No, it's not really a four-star hotel. But it's the thought that counts, the gesture that he appreciates more than anything.

He flicks a smile at the other man, shaking his head at how nonchalant Jim is about the whole thing, before shifting freeing his hands to pull out his mobile. "I'll see what he says," he replies, and begins a quick flurry of texts between himself and his roommate. He tries to keep the expression on his face somewhat neutral but it's clear that John amuses him and also puzzles him in equal measures. There's also something of a hint of a frown line between his eyes, if Jim looks hard enough. Though maybe that's the headache's fault. (It isn't. Not completely.)

"He'll come," he says, slipping his phone away before it's too long to be impolite, reaching for the ice pack again. "I don't think I'll manage to convince him to stay here, but I may take you up on the offer. I've no idea where else I'll find that comes equipped with a ceiling fan, after all. And there's. A fridge, indoor facilities, and a shower. And that's really all I need. Speaking of..." He smiles sheepishly at the other man. "I don't suppose I might be able to take advantage of that now?"