"Yes, well Scotch can get me anywhere is seems." He opened the bottle and poured some into more tumblers and handed on to DeWitt. "This was given to me, the day after it was bottled in early '71. I have been meaning to get rid of the damn thing, but then again it is scotch." He took a mouthful and let is sit in his mouth, tasting the flavors before he swallowed.
"And to answer you question from my journal. I didn't do anything. Ianto decided he wanted some time to himself in his tower. You see he has a room in my home that is his. I never go in there. It is a place that he can feel safe and free from my appetite." Jack grinned. "Which is really my loss."