"Of course you wouldn't," Ianto counters, raising an eyebrow at the other man as if to suggest he knows exactly how John enjoys misbehaving. He finishes his own chicken tender before moving to wrap his arm back around the other man, tipping his head to quirk a smile at him in turn.

"Well, I never said anything about rushing," he continues, rocking the other man from side to side a little as they stand together. "But if we don't finish this soon then it might get cold and we can't have that either, now can we?"

He circles his fingers against the small of the other man's back at the question for good measure.