Ianto's eyes slide to the side towards John as he questions him, before he shakes his head slightly in response. Is it that obvious? He supposes it must be. Or perhaps John is just getting to know how to read him pretty well, after spending all this time with him.

"Not really, no," he admits. Losing some of the bravado he'd adopted when they'd spoken at the Coalition, about John teaching him surfing. In truth, he gets drowning dreams and it's probably not a good idea to venture out further than he can stand. "City boy, remember?" he points out. "I prefer to keep my head above the water. Both literally and figuratively."