Ianto shrugged. "Messy is part of the point, sir. Though it is something hard to hide, I would grant." He lifted one hand, fingers spread in a gesture that said better than words, "whatever".
He smiled to himself as he noted the door fading into view in the one wall. "If you will pardon me, sir, I believe my exit has decided to show up. And I think I have a phone call to make."