"If you wanted to fall into my arms there are really better ways to go about it."

Seriously. He lets out a sigh and loosens his grip once he's sure Ianto is steady, glances back up at the vine with an uncertain squint then down at Ianto's gloved hands. He's trying to gauge how tough the stuff is -- did a layer of plant strip off from that?

"Next time at least try the slow way first, alright?"

Please, for the sake of his nerves.