Sulu kept a tight grip on Ianto's arm, just as freaked as the other man but - well. He was determined to get them through this, to get them out of here by any means necessary, and he couldn't help but feel a bit cocky now that he knew the ghost was so easy to rile.

As Ianto grabbed him and started moving towards the door, Sulu followed, watching as practically everything around them shuddered and shook as they passed, like the ghost couldn't decide what to hurl at them next. Ianto's words and the look in his eyes made Sulu want to grin with a bit of malicious glee - and then he reached up and cupped both of Ianto's cheeks in his hands, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. It was the kind of kiss that really wasn't supposed to happen in front of company, or even while clothed, but that was sort of the point.

Still kissing Ianto, Sulu moved a hand from Ianto's cheek and flipped off the room as a whole, because he won. No matter what happened then and there, he won.

And then he was being grabbed by the back of the neck by something with supernatural strength and was then sent crashing through the heavy wood door backwards. Sulu, at least, managed to wrap his arms around his head to try and prevent more damage as he passed through splintered wood and landed with a painful thud in the ship's hall.