Ianto rolled his eyes. Like a bloody child, the Doctor was. Honestly, how did he get anything done, always gaping like that? He was surprised the world hadn't ended yet, if this was honestly their best hope.
"Close your mouth," he said firmly as the Doctor gaped at him, "you'll catch flies." He realised he sounded rather like his mam, but he didn't care. He jerked his hand away from the Time Lord's grasp, not particularly wanting to be touched at the moment.
"Well, so far," Ianto said with a dry tone, "I've been stabbed to death and bled out, jumped off a cliff, drowned, been shot multiple times...beyond that, I haven't tried anything else."