This was one of the many reasons (Ianto's appearance in a suit notwithstanding) that Jack kept Ianto around. He was one of the few who could look at a situation and get Jack to see a whole other side. "Something wrong... here..." Jack trailed off, drawing his lower lip into his mouth. Now there was a thought. Jack tended to show up where there was trouble, so it stood to reason that was why he was dropped in the middle of Los Angeles. "You know, that's the first thing I've heard since arriving here that actually makes sense."
The air between them seemed to crackle, Jack's senses all the more aware the moment Ianto's hands settled on his waist. Didn't matter when either of them was from, apparently. Some things didn't change. Jack's mouth quirked upwards in a half-grin, letting a bit of heat creep into his gaze as he watched Ianto. No, some things didn't change and Jack was going to use those Fifty-First Century pheromones to his advantage.
"Not half-bad?" Jack parroted for a third time. Apparently there was an echo in the office. Jack knew exactly what he looked like, and how he appeared to others for that matter. A vast amount of his cockiness came from that knowledge (the other from the inability to die), and it was frustrating to no end when Ianto brushed it off. Of course, that's when Jack's methods of persuasion usually kicked in. "I'll put on the coat," Jack suggested. "You always mentioned how much you like it. Would that help bump favour in the appearance category?"
The smile grew, Jack chuckling softly as he leaned in ever so much, narrowing the space between them by centimetres. "Mmm, why don't you make an appointment with your superior?" Jack suggested, eyebrow lifting. "Lodge an official complaint and all that. I'm sure he'd be very interested in your case. Checking over the facts and... so forth."
Jack wondered briefly if there were records in the Hub as to what happened after Tommy. If there were CCTV files that he could watch and pour over, learning what all he had missed. It was different for Suzie. She had died (and Jack maintained that she shot first -- because she did, thank you very much), and wouldn't know what came next. The fact that there were months missing between his own memories and Ianto's bothered him more than it should. He didn't like thinking he had missed anything where the rest of the team was concerned, Ianto in particular.
"Somehow, that sounds like a normal date for me," Jack replied with a soft chuckle. He let himself be pulled in closer by Ianto, noting just how close they were to one another. This was the very definition of sexual tension. "I'm glad to hear they got better," Jack murmured, brushing his lips against Ianto's forehead. "Perhaps I should find some bistro here and see if our luck fares any better." Lifting his hand, Jack brushed his fingertips against Ianto's jaw. "Or, knowing me as I do, it would be a vampire and not a Weevil." A brief pause, Jack's eyes searching Ianto's. "Willing to give it a shot?"