Ianto could give it a moment's thought and try and come up with a witty reply to Sulu's words there. Or he could just act on his emotions, for once. While Ianto was normally one for witticisms and clever one-liners and asides, he'd had enough to drink that his feelings were driving him in that moment, and those feelings were all, at that one moment, telling him that all he really wanted to do was keep kissing Sulu, tasting the sweet, Risan wine on his lips.

So Ianto brought his hands up and grabbed Sulu by the lapels of his jacket, tugging him close to him, his mouth crashing against Sulu's. It was enough to pull Sulu off balance and Ianto wasn't steady enough to hold them both up, so the went backwards, Ianto's head knocking against the arm of the sofa slightly, but not any harder than to just be jarring for a few moments.