Ianto sighed heavily into the fabric of Sulu's shirt. He had a sneaking suspicion that maybe Sulu had figured it out before he'd prompted him to go on, just by the fact that his tone didn't sound surprised that that was what Ianto'd been getting at, but. He gave him the benefit of the doubt, there.

"Okay. Good. That's... I'd like that too." Obviously. Since he'd been the one to suggest it. He made a little noise of frustration, not moving to pick his head up from hiding it. "You know. It's stupid that I'm more embarrassed of asking you to do that than the idea of just doing it in the first place. I mean. I shouldn't be embarrassed in the first place, I'm 27 years old, and I should be able to handle a simple question, but. There it is. Honestly," he sighed, "I don't know how you put up with me, sometimes."