Ianto, nodded, and led them forward, not really talking as he led them through the pedestrian traffic until they'd finally reached the stairs down to the docks. He honestly had very little idea what he was doing, really. Other than apologizing and showing off his coffee expertise, he didn't really know the man. Aside from one pleasant conversation on the community and one he'd rather not have found out about on his phone, they hadn't spoken before at all. What's more, here he was, inviting him to Torchwood, and yes alright, it was only the tourist office, but it was the civilian front of their Top Secret Organization, and really, shouldn't he know better by now about having people over? Apparently not.

He motioned to the front of the tourist office down the docks. It looked...pretty disheveled. He supposed that was the point, so people wouldn't come knocking unless they really felt the need to do so, but still. He wasn't used to people being around that didn't know that it was a front, and it was almost rather embarrassing, all things considered. "Ehm, that's it," he said, awkwardly. "It doesn't look like much, but I promise that I'm not having you on about this. I really am going to make you a decent cup of coffee to apologize for, er, my texting. And if you won't accept it for that, then. As an offer to get you away from your flatmate, then. I know all about dealing with difficult personalities, believe me," he said, with a small smile.