Really, Ianto despaired, sometimes. He should have gone running. It would have made a lot more sense than this conversation was making. Ianto sighed, loudly. "Jack, what would I do with flowers and chocolates? Unless you'd like flowers and chocolates?" Would Jack like chocolates? Instead of exasperated, now, he was confused. Again. There was a lot of confusion going on, tonight.
"No, no," he said, shaking his head yet again. "I meant .. dates. Getting to know one another. Possibly small tokens of affection but not necessarily flowers or chocolates."