“I hate bugs!” Owen whined, batting ineffectually at the swarming insects.
“You hate everything,” Ianto replied, rolling his eyes. “They probably sense that. Or they’re attracted to that godawful aftershave you use, could be either.”
Owen glared, opened his mouth to deliver what would have been a particularly scathing retort, and immediately started choking as he swallowed one of the insects.
“How do they taste?”
Coughing, spluttering and cursing, Owen snarled, “Get the fucking things off me!”
“As you wish.”
Ianto picked up the hose, smiling, and turned it on full, soaking Owen to the skin.