Sulu frowned a little at the tone of Ianto's voice, shifting to prop himself up on his elbow so that he could look the other in the eyes. "You don't sound so sure about anything at all right now," he said, his tone gentle. "We can just get out of bed, if you... don't want to do anything else."

Even if that sounded even less appealing than it did before. Ianto made for an attractive woman, and Sulu wasn't so concerned with the fact that, well, they were women at all. Ianto was himself, no matter what sex the community might try to put him in, and he was attracted to the person he was, not just how he looked.