Ianto paused and really thought about it. He supposed it wouldn't be too bad having Sulu in the Hub. He was a trained fighter, after all. Certainly more than Ianto was himself. And with the plants. "We could probably really use your help with the plants. Half the things in there, we don't even know what they are. It's all just guess work as to how to take care of them, and I'm no green thumb when it comes to any of this, I'm afraid."

Ianto had to smile at how excited Sulu seemed to be about Myfanwy. He had to admit, though, that she was pretty amazing. It wasn't every day that you got to see a real, live animal that should have gone extinct hundreds of thousands of years ago, after all. "If I remember correctly, she seemed to like you, when you met her," he said, speaking fondly of Myfanwy. "I mean, she didn't attack or push you off the ledge or anything. I. I guess we could try having you feed her, sometime. It's..." he laughed. "It's not exactly pretty, but it is rather fantastic, if you focus on the fact that she's a bloody pterodactyl, and all."

Ianto was glad that he'd finished his sentence, because it was around that time that the waiter came back with their final bill. Putting his neatly scrawling signature on the bottom of the check, he took his card back and stuffed it back into his wallet, leaning forward to shove his wallet back into his pocket. He tilted his pint backwards and finished the last dregs of the ale he had, before turning to Sulu. "Are you good to go, then?" he asked, suddenly feeling bashful. After all, they were going back to his flat, and things would be a lot more private there, and possibly... Something akin to butterflies started up in his stomach, despite the calming effect of the alcohol.