"The usual sounds fine," Ianto replies, watching the other man pad over to slip his boots back on. He feels a little bad about the fact that he didn't win this battle, but there will be other times. He gets the feeling it would have been far too difficult to have been worth the gesture in the end.

Moving to set the beer down on the counter behind him (so he doesn't finish the whole thing while John is gone) he moves to lean against it.

"Maybe in this new place we're aspiring to, we can have a shower big enough that you could join me sometime," he muses aloud. His expression the picture of innocence. His thoughts anything but.