Ianto nearly choked on his... her.. the beer. He was pretty sure as open as Lyssa seemed to be about what her and Owen had been up to they'd never been quite like this. What worried him more was there was part of him that found the idea appealing.
"I..." He wasn't himself, that was obvious, he could always say it was that later, though there was always something to the way he and Owen talked or bickered about sleeping with each other. "You..." What he wanted to say was 'why the fuck not!' but he couldn't just say that. He stood up and walked over.