Honey? Ianto does his best not to let his surprise at that (or the questioning look he wants to give as well) show on his face, though it takes him a moment to collect himself enough to respond after the fact. Honey.

Sequins, Ianto, he thinks again, and he turns his hand in John's grasp to tangle their fingers together. He supposes that John has had enough of this display. And getting rid of their audience will be probably easier said than done, no matter how hard he might wish them away otherwise. At least if they leave with grace, they might be allowed back in to continue research later on.

"Probably for the best, love," Ianto replies, with a slow and easy smile, because two can play at this game. "I've got plans for you." He tilts his head coyly towards the exit. Escape?