Oh. So the bloke had a girlfriend. Well, good as far as Jack was concerned. If Jack did such a thing as blushing, he would have flushed at the insinuation that he was picturing York up against a wall. Actually, it had been bent over a table, but who was going to split hairs? Not he. "Well, if he was trying to wind me up he did a damn good job of it, that's for sure."
Jack shifted and, taking a slight chance, actually pulled Ianto close. If he wanted to move away, Jack wouldn't stop him -- and if he wanted closer, well... that was fine by Jack too. More than fine. Adding that additional word, the 'my', helped things quite a bit well. "Yes," Jack said softly, leaning in to kiss his temple. "Your Jack." Always.