Ianto hadn't exactly been fishing for compliments, but it's nice to get this one nonetheless. He reaches to take the bottle back from John and ducks his head slightly in the best attempt to hide his blush that he can.

"It's the least I can do," he offers, softly, squeezing more of the cream out into his hands before working lower on John's back as he does. "You know. I've got these gentle hands. I might as well put them to good use, yeah?" It's a sad attempt of humor and he falls silent for a long moment before he speaks up again.

"I don't know whether it's better or worse to think that you're behaving for me because you've been through this sort of scenario before," he murmurs. "Perhaps not this sort of thing exactly, but..."