"It's a curse, knowing everything," Ianto declared in mock seriousness and drifted after Jack. A grin lit up his eyes, though, impish and amused. The rest of him was its normal stately self. Most times, it was fun, being master of deadpan, though sometimes he had to modify his sense of humor a bit.
Anything else? The question was given all due consideration as he looked about the unfinished room, lips thinned in thought. "Recessed lighting," he finally decided. "Because the ceiling's low. It's a shame that we don't have a stash of interesting but useless alien tech to decorate with. So, we'll have to make do with either ebay or strictly human things. Modern art always struck me as being particularly alien," he suggested.