One of the best things about holding hands was that moment when others caught sight of the show of affection and the way a double-take was done. Was that really two men holding hands as they walked down the street? Jack was far beyond caring about such things, but he always took a great deal of amusement in the reactions he received. Some of the more uptight folks, now that was fun to add a snog in there -- but then again, Jack could be a bit of an ass when he wanted to be.
"No, I don't think Miss Moneypenny is right," Jack stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment then grinned. "I would say M. He knows everything too. And damn you and your obsession with him for my knowing characters," Jack muttered, shaking his head. Sucking his lower lip into his mouth, Jack moved in front of Ianto, sliding the coat off and into waiting hands.
"You tease me for my office fetishes. Methinks I'm not the only one with a strange fetish, Jones," Jack said, sliding into the booth. Giving the waitress a saucy smile when she appeared, Jack ordered them a bottle of wine to start with, lifting his glass in a silent toast once she had brought the bottle and glasses to the table.