"No, no pterodactyls in the basement, no Weevils in the attic." A bright, if sleepy grin was aimed in Jack's direction. "I didn't need them this time." Whatever that meant.
But a tour meant that Ianto was hauling himself to his feet and offering a hand out to help Jack to his own. "It's a tiny house, really. Upstairs is just the two bedrooms and the bathroom. There's a basement but I haven't done anything with it. Come on, then." He was so proud of this house and so eager to show it to Jack.
"This room's mine, that's the bathroom... here's yours." He pushed open doors as he named rooms, one after the other. The bedrooms were simply decorated, but both cozy. Ianto reached and snapped on the light in the guest room.