If he's being honest with himself, he had chosen his wording specifically for John to pick at it in just this way. And so Ianto smiles at him, plucking a chicken tender from the box and taking a bite from it before he continues.

"Then I suppose that it's just as well I've got no problem pinning you down," he comments, quirking an eyebrow at John in turn.

They're really going to need to finish this food if this continues, Ianto thinks to himself, as he pops the rest of the chicken tender into his mouth. As much as he enjoys the food, he can hardly imagine that flirting over it quite spells out the image that he really wants it to.