"And now one Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard," Ianto counters, recognizing most of the names in that list but feeling as though he probably shouldn't admit to the fact for fear of a lecture on the topic that might bring them further off topic.

Then again, as John leans back on his hands in front of him and Ianto becomes acutely aware of his hands where they rest on the other man's knees, he's not really certain what topic that is anymore. He hasn't gotten his answer back, not directly at least. But John doesn't want him to go. Despite all this. John hasn't pushed him away yet. And that has to count for something as well.

"I stand corrected, then," he replies. "That I should have been so lucky to be serenaded with such a historical tribute." He tilts his head at the other man and offers him another tentative smile. "To flaming cows..."