[It's impossible not to shudder as he touches him with that tone in his voice and Ianto leans forward, pressing into his hand.] You play dirty. [He likes it.]
Deal. Winner can collect the day after tomorrow. [That seems reasonable. He reaches out to fumble with the door, not stepping inside just yet. Spike always seems to want to carry him, and tonight he's fine with it as long as the destination is bed.] Now, what are we going to do until then?