Is he serious? John scrunches up his face and shrugs helplessly.

"If you can think of a better way to explain away your performance anxiety be my guest, but they're letting you keep it on so take what you can get."

He starts unbuckling his belt and holsters, skimming his eyes over the area again as he lets them drop to the ground.

"You wanted to get clean, Ianto, so we're getting clean!" he adds, and lifts his eyes back up to him. There's a twitch of discomfort that suggests, no, maybe Ianto isn't the only one a little uncomfortable with this.