A different pilot to try. The insinuation in the other man's choice of words is enough to make Ianto want to reach out and thump him in the stomach. As it is, a muscle in his jaw twitches slightly as he clenches it tightly before he replies, "You'd like that, wouldn't you? It'd be so much easier for you if I would just give it up and find someone else to pine after, is that it?"

He moves to stand again, pacing the several steps that he can across the floor of the little room -- he just can't sit there next to the other man and listen to this. He just can't listen to it period.