Jack opened the door to a tall, thin man. Just as Jack assumed he was gorgeous, then again Jack thought everyone was. There was varying degrees of gorgeous for Jack and only one person has hit a 12 on his 1 to 10 scale. Jack shook his hand.
"That would be me. I heard you prefer to be called DeWitt?" he didn't remember what that was, supermarket run where he embarrassed Ianto about the cucumbers or maybe the furniture store where he told Ianto to sit on every desk before he could make a decision. "Do come in." he ushered the man into the spotless home. Then taking him through to the den. "Glad you could come over. My plans for tonight canceled on me."