"Because he's not going to answer me if I ask him," Rodney tells Ianto. Scandalous. John doesn't kiss and tell. At least Rodney assumes he's not going to when it's serious. That would be a by-proxy invasion of privacy and Rodney would never. (Ahem.) "And even if he would, the point isn't to ask him, it's to ask you."

He doesn't give Ianto any time to reply to that, however, before pouncing on the next ticky on his checklist of questions. "So." He snaps his fingers several times, half contemplative as he recalls what he'd wanted to ask, half prompting to make sure Ianto knows he's still in the hot-seat. "Foods. Favorites. Usual fare. Do you cook? You've, of course, been informed that all manner of citrus is thoroughly banned. Notwithstanding your excellent coffee, and of course whatever you make here--if you cook here do you prefer not to when you're home?"

Rapid-fire, half-on-top-of-each-other questions and observations, the lot of them, and Rodney half-turns at the end to actively start fishing around for his tablet to bring it out.