"I'm not asking you to," Ianto replies, glancing aside at the other man as he lets him catch up to his side, before away again. Quietly frowning as he sips at his coffee. John's deflections bother him. John's behavior bothers him. A lot about this situation bothers him, and most of all the way the other man has taken to lashing out at him for pushing him.

"Whatever you think is best," he says, continuing to sip at his coffee and wishing a bit as though he could crawl into his cup and hide from the world at this point instead of dealing with John's odd mood or this trip to Khalo or the mess that might meet them there or any of it. "I shall defer to your expertise." He supposes that John would know how to treat boots after all, having been in the military.