"Just a knack I have," Ianto explained with a shrug. He supposed that he had always been good at that sort of thing. He'd never given much thought as to why he was good at it. "You could have liked it black, but you don't." No point in fixing it a way she didn't like it.
"Ah," he said. "And how did that go? Should I be apologising for his particular brand of charm?" Which was not charming in any way, shape or form.
"Good," Ianto said seriously. "We have to be cautious." He was glad that she was taking this seriously. The Master was dangerous, and he didn't want to think of what the Doctor would do if they let something happen to her.