Ianto quirked an eyebrow. He'd figured that Sulu would say something like that--he looked the type--but he was also of the opinion that anyone who said that they didn't like the taste of coffee just hadn't had a properly brewed cup yet. He'd humor Sulu and put in a shot of sweet syrup, but definitely not make it as sweet as Sulu himself would probably normally make it.

Grabbing Owen's old mug from the rack, he set the coffee to brew, filling the mug up before adding a single shot of syrup. "No milk to further contaminate it?" he asked, smirking but otherwise handing over the bevarage Jack and the others often referred to as being "sweet nectar of the gods".