Ioan doesn't care what anybody says. It's perfectly acceptable to dance naked in one's own kitchen, holding onto a spatula, and singing along to the radio.
And by anybody, he of course means Hugh.
Hugh's leaning against the threshold when Ioan finishes, and Hugh looks at him expectantly. Ioan takes a bow. Hugh helpfully provides him with unashamedly ironic applause and the raised eyebrow of if you wanted to beg for a beating, you could have just asked doom.
"Your adoring public is going to spank you with that now," Hugh says.
Ioan has no argument for that. He grins.