There's something about your partner laughing in the middle of feeling you up that is decidedly unsexy, Ianto determines. That, followed up with the comment about how he tastes like his chowder and fish sandwich (the latter of which he half realizes is half-finished and forgotten on the bed somewhere beside him), rather makes him feel like crawling into a deep, dark hole for a while.

It's the motion of John dropping down off the edge of the bed in front of him that has him staying put right where he is, though. Leaning back on his hands to brace himself on the bed and shifting his hips so that John has better access to tug his jeans down, flushing brightly in response to the smile that John gives him as his thermal underwear is exposed.

"Listen, I..." he makes his best attempt to say. "It's cold out there, you know. Some of us mere mortals aren't -- acclimated to these extremes..."