Ianto shook his head slightly, with a soft chuckle. "Not a clue," he said, affirming Sulu's guess that he really didn't know what he was doing. He pressed closer to the other man, leaning in to plant a slow, passionate kiss on his lips, simply because he could, also because...well. It was hot, having him pressed up against the counter as he was. Ianto wasn't too British to be able to understand that. He pulled away after a moment, though, pressing his forehead against the other man's and smiling slightly as he said. "You're being awfully distracting from the cooking, you know..."