It wasn't Scottish at all! Ianto's vowels lilted in a way that wouldn't ever happen in a Scottish accent. Were this said aloud, Ianto would have forgiven Jalil, given that he hadn't ever heard a Welsh accent. He would have been insulted, but would have forgiven the man.
He pursed his lips in amusement and glanced back behind the counter. Completely wrong, then, Mister Jones. "Well. There's Italian soda, which really is just seltzer and flavors to make it sweet. I've a few fruit flavors, if you like. Strawberry, raspberry. Banana."