Wow. Wow. You are the one who initiated the conversation, asking him about the state of your face and all. Ianto even went so far as to try and ask for things that might help with this whole situation, he doesn't know why you're complaining about him.

He narrows his eyes at the other man for a moment before reaching for his drink again.

His silent treatment of the other man lasts for about as long as he can stand to watch him miss the top half of the cut he's applying that cream to. Sighing internally at himself, and wondering why he can't just leave it be, before he turns back.

"Up further," he says, motioning vaguely to the area on his own face where John's got a cut on his own.