"I suppose it is," Ianto replied, putting his hands on Sulu's waist and stilling for the moment, as the other man prepared to give him the same treatment he'd just done. "I'm glad you do think I am interesting, though. Sometimes I certainly don't think I am. Certainly not on the days I'm running inventory. There's nothing interesting about writing up supply lists. That's where the deviant behavior comes in, I guess."

He leaned against Sulu slightly, although he was careful not to lean too much, because he wasn't certain how sturdy the other man was on his feet in that moment. "I should probably be returning the favor and giving you a bit of a body wash too, then, shouldn't I..." he remarked, idly. Sighing, he tipped his head forward and pressed his forehead against Sulu's temple. "Maybe in a moment..."