Sulu couldn't really shrug in this position, and so instead he settled for a jokingly dismissive sort of tone as he moved them towards the hall. "Doesn't mean we can't try, does it?" he asked. Sulu had to admit that he really did like the way Ianto's arms felt around his neck, and made a mental note to randomly scoop Ianto up when he was healthier. He had a feeling if he did it right, he could probably get a little shout of surprise out of him, and the thought made him grin.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Sulu heard the telltale sound of a kettle starting to come to a boil, and so he tightened his grip. "Try not to flail if it feels like you're going to fall, okay?" he requested with a little laugh, though he was being serious. "I can't promise I'll be able to hold on if you do." With that, he went to tackle the stairs, holding on to Ianto firmly and taking each step slowly.