"Yes, alright, alright," he says, flicking a smile at the other man's protest. "Point taken. I would just assume that it isn't your choice, yeah? You know, if you were given the option of a tshirt or a button-down with a tie, I'm willing to bet I'd know which you would go for."

Ianto wonders what it says about himself that he doesn't know what he'd choose, off the top of his head. That it depends on what was appropriate for the situation. He picks at a few of the pieces of food and puts them together in a makeshift finger sandwich before popping it into his mouth to stop himself from going on about this.

"I wasn't exactly what my father expected of me, either," he offers, after a moment.