John lets him take the bottle without blinking, gently squeezes Ianto's upper arms before padding back over to begin pulling his boots back on.

"Alright," he accepts, "why don't you go grab a shower while I get this in then? And if you have any specific requests, now is the time."

Or else it's just going to be the same thing they always get, after three minutes of indecisively deciding if he should get something else for a change. He pushes to his feet, digs out his wallet and begins checking through with a squint to make sure he actually has enough cash on him.