Ianto contemplates making a comment about John watching his ass in other ways but in truth he's not certain if he does. If he really is interested in him in such a way as that. So he leaves it where it is. Giving the other man a 'very funny' sort of a look as he lets him have the bathroom in turn.

He takes the time to tidy his things a little while John is in there, at least. Unpack and poke about the room. He's just wondering exactly how they're going to share this bed when John emerges, shirtless and dripping and Ianto decides he might just. Hover by the wardrobe for a moment longer, tidying his clothes, even if he's technically already tidied them once already.

"It's awfully helpful of them, to supply us with devices we'd need to carry with us wherever we go," Ianto muses aloud, following the other man's train of thought as he watches him fiddle with the cuff out of the corner of his eye.