John smiled wickedly before pouting prettily to Ommi eyes full of wicked delight at the ideas of things to come. 'I'll be holding you to that... so you know.." He purred, still pouting before turning to the bar. He picked up his drink downing it in one easily, in a practiced routine of placing the glass down, and smiling innocently to the bar keeper, this case Ianto. "Another please... maybe something a little stronger, bigger glass.. or the bottle.... I promise to behave, but my throat is awful dry right now..." He smiled to Ianto, his expression one of his most practiced, for when he wanted something, face of an angel, eyes still full of sin, and a mind of the devil, was why john always got what he wanted.