Ianto honestly can't tell whether the pressure behind his eyes is from lack of caffeine or the weather or his knock on the head or some combination thereof, but he's pretty sure a coffee would help. Even if it is from a place that honestly probably burns its beans. It's better than nothing, and he's sure he'll feel better once he's gotten some caffeine in his system.

That is, until John opens his mouth and he remembers the odd mood the other man had been in the night before. He frowns at him, taking off the lid to blow across the top of drink in the effort to cool it down (even Ianto isn't the sort of man who can drink a steaming cup of coffee and not burn himself).

"I don't know what you're playing at but if that's your way of casually requesting the dirty details of my sex life, it could use some work," he replies.