A snort. Jack, jealous? Even if he was, he'd hardly admit it. "Just wanted to meet the girl who's stolen your heart," he commented nonchalantly, though his own arm tightened around Ianto's waist.
"Abby, you say...do I get a last name or are you trying to hide her from me?" The tone was teasing, but Jack's eyes rested on Ianto, studying his reaction. He'd prefer not to be the one getting dumped, thank you very much.