Ianto isn't really certain where this is going until John is leaning over him and whispering like that. Whispering what has to be one of the worst pick up lines Ianto has heard in a while, but he honestly wouldn't have it any other way. It's mad and perfect and utterly John, the ridiculous panda shirt and all.

"Is that so?" he asks, flicking his eyes up to meet the other man's, his lips quirking at the sides despite his better judgment, before he reaches a hand up to brace against the other man's shoulder. Just at the edge of his collar, curling his fingers just under the hem of the fabric. Playing his cool touch against the warmth of his skin below.