Sulu was already taking on the stairs, hearing Ianto's slightly flustered tone perfectly well and rightfully assuming that he'd notice the arm move, there. He wasn't sure why it was awkward, though. He really had no idea, other than maybe it was a little bit more of a smooth move than anything he'd ever pulled in his life, and the fact that it was on a friend, well... That sucked.

"Yeah, you'll be okay," he repeated, awkward himself, "It's usually... self-seating, so you can pick a table and I'll go grab some menus, okay?"