Ianto tried to take all of the complimenting in stride. After all, he had asked for it, because alright, maybe he had wanted to know and such, but. He just wasn't very good at that sort of thing, regardless as to whether they were compliments he'd asked for or not. And yes, he did sort of already know what Sulu was going to say. He did know that Sulu appreciated his fashion sense, and though the eyes thing was still surprising, he was aware of that too. Even the compliment about being amazing he'd heard before, he remembered vaguely. It was perhaps the combination of all of the compliments at once as well as the head propped on his hand while he delivered them (which was really very endearing, by the way) that caused Ianto to blush very, very deeply.
And yet, he couldn't help but smile at it all. "Well... That's good to know, then," he said, trying to play off how not-so-secretly flustered and pleased he was at all of that. "I mean, I'm not as terrifying as space bears, and more engaging than a ficus, so. I suppose that there's hope for me yet, right?"
At that time, the waiters came around with their drinks, and Ianto was pretty sure that a better time for them to be delivered never could come. He moved the darker draft in front of himself, and slid the golden one in front of Sulu. "Here we are, then," he said. He smiled bashfully, grateful for the distraction off of him responding any further to the compliments, picking up the pint of beer and raising it out to Sulu, in a toast-like fashion. "Here's to hoping that I did get your order right, and all."
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Date: 2010-08-26 05:32 am (UTC)And yet, he couldn't help but smile at it all. "Well... That's good to know, then," he said, trying to play off how not-so-secretly flustered and pleased he was at all of that. "I mean, I'm not as terrifying as space bears, and more engaging than a ficus, so. I suppose that there's hope for me yet, right?"
At that time, the waiters came around with their drinks, and Ianto was pretty sure that a better time for them to be delivered never could come. He moved the darker draft in front of himself, and slid the golden one in front of Sulu. "Here we are, then," he said. He smiled bashfully, grateful for the distraction off of him responding any further to the compliments, picking up the pint of beer and raising it out to Sulu, in a toast-like fashion. "Here's to hoping that I did get your order right, and all."