Jack feigned a pout. "Only most of the time? I think I've just been insulted," Jack said, sticking his lower lip out as far as it could go. "And here I thought you liked my dulcet tones, particularly when groaning sweet nothings in your ear." Truth be told, Jack was waiting for Ianto's OCD to kick in. Because being stripped down would lead to other very enjoyable things.
"If you want me to," Jack replied after a pause. "A pet project that you'll sink your teeth into and I'll have to pull you away kicking and screaming in the end."