Ianto blushed slightly, recalling the day before as well, and well. He'd rather enjoyed himself, then. Not something that he'd do all the time, but. At the right time, with the right company, he'd definitely make repeat performances. "How often do you get to go swimming, then?" Ianto asked. "I mean. I'll bet there isn't any sort of pool or anything on the ship. ...is there?" God, for all he knew, there could be one. Which was completely weird to think about, but. It was the future, and therefore technically possible. Scotty had said something about making it rain on board the ship if he wanted to, but Ianto hadn't been able to tell whether he was joking or serious on that.