John wrinkles his nose at that, gives a non-committal shrug.

"That's what disinfectant is for."

You know, stopping the infection. Still, he gently pushes aside his soup and bread and ignores a faint wave of nausea as he re-arranges himself carefully to be a little closer to Ianto.

"But, if you want to get on it go ahead. My arm isn't exactly going anywhere."

Also, he's not really eating anyway.