Ianto eases himself out of John's arms, his face flushing brightly in response to his quip. He takes a few steps away from the other man, pulling off his gloves and moving to shove them in his bag.

"Alright," he says, perhaps a little more sharply than he should. "Okay. Next time I'll try things your way. Slow and easy, I've got it. Maybe you can just carry me down next time and save us both the hassle," he quips, though he's obviously flustered. Hooking his hands in the straps of his bag he starts off down the path towards the pool.