It's a good question. One John dwells on for a long moment as he lets go of Ianto to rummage for the cap of his bottle again, screwing it on before setting it down vaguely out of danger. He can feel it starting to slowly warm him up already, and John doesn't want to get too totally drunk before he's been through everything he wanted to say.

He turns back toward Ianto and braces a hand on his arm once more, gently reaches up the other to cup Ianto's face and keep him studying his own.

"Free for you," he manages, "Always. I would never let anything happen to you."