"You may have excellent balance, but who's to say that I wouldn't cheat and push you in?" He might, at that, just to see Jack sopping wet and in clingy clothes and playing it up the way Ianto knew he would. It's a distinct possibility.
Ianto felt Jack's glances like hot sunshine against the side of his face, but he tried not to let it get to him. As much as he wanted to stretch out and bask in it. And as often as he got grins from the people he worked with. "Don't ask," he told them. "Just don't ask." He was left to decide which was worse: Jack's glances or the knowing smirks around him.
Eventually, though, it was time to leave and Ianto was untangling his own greatcoat from the coat rack. Heavy black wool for heavy Canaian winters. There was a red scarf tucked in one of the sleeves, too. Since red was his color. "I'm about ready to go," he told Jack, smiling at the girl and fishing his scarf out. "Hallo, miss."