If Ianto was treading carefully, Jack was doing a bloody high wire act. Without a net. Of course, the metaphor would have been better if Jack could actually die from such a fall, but the intent was certainly there.
And when Jack caught sight of that smile through the look of disapproval, Jack knew there was hope. Perhaps not immediately, but the spark was still there.
"Song and dance men in this day and age?" Jack asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Out side of those theatre types." Jack nearly grinned thinking of the airfield. Well, some things to make him feel like home. He'd always have an affinity for the air, the original con. "You? On a sailboat?" Jack a sked, eyebrows lifting. "My... you have... changed."