[He's not quite sure what he expected - another shrug, perhaps, or a vehement denial - but what he gets is a long lack of response followed by whiskey followed by being ignored as Spike gets down to his next shot, which is rather unnerving in as much as it means he's got it dead right.
He watches Spike miss the shot, frowning, and then props his own cue against the table so as to have both hands free as he steps in front of Spike and closes his hands around leather-clad biceps, peering into Spike's face.]
Spike. You're good enough, all right? Sure, you've done some questionable things but so have we all and that's never stopped me wanting someone. There's a lot about you that's attractive, and it's not just that you're drop dead gorgeous and hotter than hell. You're straight talking, and perceptive in a way I'll never be, you're fiercely loyal and you're good for Ianto, which means more than perhaps anything else, to me.