John scrunches his face up again.

"I get the feeling that a Welsh Valley Boy is pretty different to an American Valley girl."

Stereotype-wise. John switches the cup of soup to his other hand so he can lean in closer, putting his weight on a hand just behind Ianto so their sides touch.

"Anyway, whoever mistook you for sweet?"

His lips twitch playfully, and John takes a nonchalant sip of his soup.