Ianto could have called him that, but the reference would have been lost on Jack. They'd teased him once upon a time that he didn't know references beyond 1960 -- to be honest, they weren't quite that far off. "I do feel at home," Jack replied, setting himself down on one of the steps, cup clasped between his hands. "I rather like it here and, as I said, this is your house. Not going to mess with your decor. Except down here." As Jack figured that bit w as fairly obvious.
Taking a sip from the mug, Jack sighed as the caffeine began making its way through his body. "Similar but different," Jack replied after a pause. "The tiling wouldn't be a bad idea down here. Better than cinder blocks at least." He took another long sip, holding the liquid in his mouth to savour the taste, then finally swallowed. "Hard to make a basement look like a sewer for that matter." Jack paused, lightly nudging Ianto's arse with a booted foot, leaving the outline of his shoe on his trouser. "What do you think?"