Ianto jumped a little, unable to help the reaction, at the sudden opening of the door as Sulu walked toward it. "Christ," he said, calming himself, "don't you have to do anything manually, these days? My god." Despite his griping, he motioned the other boy onward, not even trying to be subtle as he looked at the house as he passed through it.

"This is nice..." he commented idly. Certainly better than where he lived, that was for sure. Then again, they probably didn't have estate houses in...wherever the hell he was, again. San Francisco, was it?