"Yeah," Ianto said, pleased with himself that he'd found something that seemed to excite the other man. "The Electro. It's an old movie theater in town, and every Saturday night they show old films. Old, silent films, that is. My T--" he stopped himself, lying about the place coming like second nature to him. He didn't want to lie to Sulu, though. He didn't lie to Jack, and he wouldn't lie to this man either. It only seemed fair. He expected the two of them to be honest with him as much as they could, as it were. "Torchwood helped them out," he started again, "so they'll probably let us get in for free. If you're interested in that sort of thing, that is."

On the contrary, Ianto didn't think any of that sounded boring at all. It... Well, Jack never did that sort of thing. The domestic scene. Sitting in, watching movies, eating dinner that they cooked together, enjoying each other's company while not really doing anything in particular. He... He missed that. He wanted that. And with Sulu, well. With Sulu, it was possible, and the idea of it sounded amazing. "Really? I'll... I'll keep that sort of thing in mind then, too. I mean. You'd have to excuse my hosting abilities, as it were. It's been a while since I've had anyone but Gwen over for dinner, and all." His blush seemed to be back to stay, as it were, but well. He didn't mind so much. This was a happy blush, after all.