Ianto laughed at Jacks response. He had a talent of turning everything sexual, not that it was a bad thing. His smile faltered though at the mention of the brand on his hip. The other scars he had learned to live with, accept that they were a part of him. But how he loathed that particular one. He had taken a blade to it years ago, carving an X over it in an attempt to get rid of it but to no avail. The damn thing was still there to this day. He wanted it gone.
He pushed the bad thoughts out of his head as best he could, just focusing on the vampire. He groaned contentedly as he felt Jacks hands kneaded the sore muscles in his back and arms. It felt absolutely amazing combined with the hot water.
"Mm, the lounge sounds good" he murmured, eyes falling shut as he leaned his head back against Jacks shoulder. His smile returned as the man mentioned the coffee shop. It had been something that Ianto had mentioned in passing, just a fleeting dream he knew would never happen. But here the man was, trying to make it a reality