Ianto's surprise backs up John a moment, and paints hesitation into his features. He hadn't meant it as a big deal, and now he wonders if it is a big deal. If he's somehow implied something else by suggesting this.

He frowns sideways at Ianto, trying to pick through wording carefully.

"I thought you'd want more space for your coffee machine," he says finally, "you know. A table or something."

To sit at while eating, like civilised people. Not that John himself really minds, he's used to tiny personal space and large public areas -- but Ianto seems like he'd prefer a better quality of life.