"We are not adorable. We are still gruff and manly," Owen called back out to Lyssa. Though, in this voice style, it didn't have the same merit.
He smiled at Ianto, reaching out to take his hand. "If you don't want to do this, we always can stop," he whispered. "I just... I..." He coughed, clearing his throat. "Nice package, great arse and tits, but... I still see you."