Ianto moves to sit up from where he's been pressed against the other man's side, shooting him another incredulous expression. Gross, John. Honestly, he had simply been aiming for light, vapid conversation but if you're going to be like that.

"I'm pretty sure pimping you out to anyone would be against my better interests," Ianto comments. Raising an eyebrow at him before he turns away and runs another hand through his hair.

"Anyway..." he says, trailing off. "That'll teach me to make any attempts to lighten the mood. Clearly I should just leave the humor to the professionals." That means you, John. Ha ha.