Ianto rolled his eyes, but he reached out and grasped Jack hand tightly. "Pleased to meet you, Captain Jack. Ianto Jones, minor coffee god." They could be complete idiots at times, but it was a lot of fun most times, so he didn't mind. When he dropped Jack's hand, he reached out and gathered up Jack's coffee mug, gripping both empties by the handle.
Now it was his turn to be unamused and he shot Jack a mild glare. The sign of surrender seemed to mollify him, though, because his expression relaxed a moment later. "Well, at least it isn't a man cave. At least, not anymore. I'm sure your bunker qualifies as a man cave." He paused, though, looking over his shoulder at the mess his basement currently was. "I like it. We could play Boss and Teaboy in here." Blandly.