"Well, I didn't want to offend you or anything but..."

He nudges Ianto gently, offers him a faint smile.

"They were putting a damper on my hopes of seeing your calves."

Obviously he had to move on to the Wendy dress plan after that. Can't a man just enjoy some pale, welsh calves? He studies Ianto a long moment, then shifts his weight on his hands and leans slightly into his side.

"I'm sorry," he says, and it comes out a little awkward because he feels awkward about it. He keeps making a mess of things and he doesn't mean to or want to but there you are. He's just not good at handling any of this.