It's certainly a different approach from how John has gone about this before, but Ianto doesn't mind. In fact, it's quite the opposite. His hand shifting to wrap around the back of the other man's neck, tightening in his hair as he feels John moving to reach and unzip his fleece.

He's breathless by the time the other man pulls away, his heart leaping in his chest as John reaches for his belt and offers to prove his interest to him. It's about at this point that he remembers he's not only got his thermal shirt on underneath his fleece here, but thermal trousers on underneath his jeans as well. No wonder he's feeling warm, after all the alcohol and the other man's attentions besides.

"Prove it to me," Ianto repeats, his hands braced on the other man's shoulders as he glances down to where John is working on his belt. "What... What did you have in mind?"