Ianto smiled softly to himself, relaxing contentedly against Jack. He liked when the other man was affectionate. It was nice, and definitely appreciated. He laughed at the query and nodded. "He's a spiteful bastard," he said with a shrug, making a soft appreciative noise at the feel of Jack's tongue against the bruise. "Doesn't seem to get that I had every intention of telling you about it and left that for you to find. Never accused him of being very bright."