Ianto stared back unabashedly, one dark eyebrow raised. He stood up, walking over to John, and leaned his hips back against the armrest his feet were up on. He crossed his bare legs, and looked down at John. Normally, he'd be actually appalled to be walking about in only those bloody swimtrunks Jack had bought him (which hardly even counted as clothing), but the more time he spent with Jack, the less shame he seemed to have.

"What will it take for you to help me?" he asked, steeling himself for any number of ridiculous demands. He kept his expression pleasant, boarding on friendly.