"What specific part is it that you're bad at then, John?" Ianto counters. "What is it that you think that I need exactly that you're just too terrible a person to be able to handle?"

He spins on his heel, running his hands through his hair and shaking his head incredulously.

"Jesus, John. I'm not asking you to marry me. But if you keep flirting with me the way you do and I have to keep questioning this I'm going to drive both of us off a cliff. Can't you understand that?"