Ianto breathes out a sigh of relief, before turning to begin wading out of the water towards the shoreline. "Like you even had to ask," he replies. "Come on. If we're not clean enough now, then there's no helping us. Do you think they have towels?" Maybe the idea is just that they're supposed to air dry, naked as the day they were born. He's already done this wrong by insisting on wearing his underwear in. He's got a full change of clothes but obviously these fairy people aren't big on privacy either.

Making his way back up to his bag again, Ianto wraps his arms around himself and stands dripping, trying to assess the situation. At least he feels better for the wash, he supposes, but he's still half-naked and wet and feeling very exposed in front of the other man. The other man who he's made a fool of himself in front of several times over today already. The other man who he had climbed into bed with not that long ago. The other man who is also dripping wet and honestly very attractive and has made it a point to comment several times after the color of Ianto's eyes.

"I need a drink," he decides aloud.