Ianto holds up his hands at John's startle, silently indicating that he hasn't managed to trap any limbs or otherwise injure himself in the movement. Sorry.

He glances at the bathroom at the offer and contemplates the question and the state of himself. It's been three days since the last time he had washed, after all. Three days of travel, and if they're going to be sleeping in the same bed...

"Listen, I'm. I think I might try and clean up a bit," Ianto says, trailing off awkwardly. "If there really is anything in there, you really might get an earful if you don't turn it off first." Not about masturbation, as John had suggested earlier, but he can only imaging what other 'advice' the thing might have for him yet.