To start all this. Ianto glances away, the words biting a little harder than maybe John had intended them to. Or maybe he had. He's the one 'starting' it, after all. He's the one who can't seem to leave it well enough alone, the way that John would hope.

"Yeah, alright," he replies. Point taken. He's not really looking to stand there dragging this out or clawing the information out of him to get his answers. That just seems to be how it works.

He slips the other strap of his bag across his shoulder and hooks his fingers into it. Not quite meeting the other man's eyes as he continues, "Do you know where this other ship is, then?" This is the neutral ground that John had wanted after all, isn't it?