Ianto let go of Jack's hands and sat back in his chair, reaching for his wine, apparently unruffled at Jack's anger. "I'll tell you the one, his name is York and he bought replacements for everything, but you can't go to him demanding to know who stole my house. I won't watch you die." Simple as that. End of story.
And he really didn't want to argue about this, either. Jack's protective streak went a mile long, he knew, and Jack'd be this way if any of his people were hurt. "Don't make me distract you," he threatened, though it was a one without much heat in it.