This was true, there would always be later. It never hurt to be too clean, or anything, Ianto decided. And if not this time, then the next. Or the next. He wasn't going to forget about the option, at least. At Sulu's question about the water, though, Ianto shrugged. "I dunno," he said, after a moment. "I'd rather not be boiled alive, if that's what you mean," he said, with a bit of a smile as he reached to tug his shirt off over his head as well, tossing it aside to a corner of the bathroom that he hoped Sulu wouldn't mind getting a bit sandy. "We wouldn't want to overheat in here, either, so. Not incredibly so." Ianto couldn't take really hot water anyway, and his ideal temperature was probably lower than Sulu's was.

"Tell you what," he said. "How hot do you normally make it? If you think it's warmer than I'd like, turn it down a few degrees and that should be fine, yeah? I trust your intuition." He moved to start kicking off his shoes and socks, adding them to the pile in the corner as well.