Ianto looked at Sulu, staying right where he was, neither moving toward nor away from the other man, the only movement really a quirk of his eyebrows and a similar one to his lips. Normally, Ianto wouldn't dream of pulling of the lines that he was getting away with at the moment, but the alcohol in his system was making him braver and less guarded than normal, and he certainly wasn't complaining.

"Then you," Ianto said, his voice going lower and rougher, more accented, the way that he knew Sulu liked it, as he looked the other man square in the eyes, "Hikaru Sulu, are a very lucky man indeed."