Sulu frowned against Ianto's neck, his body tensing as if he had forgotten something vital. "I shoulda thought of that. Not really rare, y'know. Allergies. Gonna start packing extra hypos."

As Ianto pulled him back slightly, he groaned and closed his eyes briefly before opening them, the sleepy fog clearing as he fixed Ianto with a solid look. "I did not go through all of that just to choke myself to death with sand or water, Mr. Jones," he said, over enunciating where he was trying to correct for any slur he might've had.