Actually, Ianto's pretty sure it's his fault this one was so foul, if only because he was the one to mix the drink in the first place. Though they could at least have given him a little guidance on the matter...

Ianto shoots the other man a grateful smile in response to the taste test on his behalf before picking up the mug himself and taking a sip in turn. It does taste like coffee. Not the best he's ever had but he'll take it, especially compared to the smoking menace he's got otherwise.

"Cheers," he says, cupping his hands around the mug and feeling a bit as though he'd like nothing more than to crawl inside the warm drink itself. This Welshman was not made for cold weather.