"Yes, a curse I see you suffer from in silence," Jack teased. "Similar to the curse of being god's gift to any species." And with that, Jack was kidding... mostly. It was hard to keep a straight face, not when Ianto had that look on his face, the light in his eyes, yet tried to still look so serious.
Jack swore only Ianto could pull that one off.
"Recessed lighting it is," Jack nodded, looking up at the low ceiling. "The only alien tech I have are the things I didn't quite trust to stay in the vaults and wanted with me. Either that or one of us could talk to Gwen and see if she'll ship things to us."