Ianto lets out a snort of laughter at that, moving at last to pad softly and perch on the edge of the (quite large) bed beside the other man.

"I suppose that you get what you wish for, in the end," he replies, with a quirk of a smile of his own. He moves to cross his legs at the ankles, since it really is chilly, even though it's warmer than it is outside, honestly John he doesn't understand how you are going about so scantily clad (though he's hardly complaining about it either).

"I wonder what I should start complaining about next," he muses aloud.