Ianto grinned back, allowing himself to be tugged along, his own towel clutched around his waist. "Not really," he admitted. "That's generally your department, when you're thanking someone," he joked, but then continued. "Honestly, so long as it's you, and there are no ghosts or interruptions of any kind, I could really care less where we end up or what we end up doing, so long as we start doing whatever it is relatively soon," he admitted, with a blush, as they entered the bedroom.

There were, well. There were a lot more options they had, now that they were back at Ianto's flat. A lot more things that Ianto kept around than they would have had stocked in the hotel there. Not that he particularly cared one way or the other what they ended up doing. Ianto just wanted to stick close to Sulu, to enjoy the other man, to have Sulu enjoy himself, and really just make the most of the last night of their vacation.