Ianto watches with slight horror as the little Khali start to undress the other man, glancing around warily just in case they're about to start trying to do the same to him. Luckily enough, they seem to concentrate mostly on John. At least, he thinks it's lucky up until the point where the other man starts stripping off his tshirt.

"What do you mean, undressed?" Ianto asks, glancing around warily at the Khali. His hands instinctively come up to fist themselves in the straps of his bag, as though if he holds his bag on it will save him from being stripped somehow. "You can't be serious. I'm not. I don't." He sputters a few times before looking back at John and trying again. "I'm not going skinny-dipping in front of all of these people, John, I --"