[Alright, Prior. You are laying it on a little thick, to such a level of camp where he can't really tell whether you're actually serious or just having him on now. Though he supposes he does deserve it either way.

He thinks about making a quip about Turkish coffee but somehow the idea of it melting your insides seems less amusing, all things considered. So he lets it go and settles instead for:]

Top secret espresso machine, let's not forget. I got my own alcove for it and everything. Had to keep it safe from the pterodactyl.

[He flashes Prior another smile, letting that one sink in for a moment before he holds out his hand.] Ianto. Ianto Jones.