God, the Doctor was worse than Jack remembered. Or, perhaps, the couple of tours he made with the following incarnation had completely desensitised him to this one's brand of humour. He'd thought the next one had been a bit cheekier -- maybe Jack needed to update that assessment. "You start finding a rhyme for 'locksmith' and we're all in trouble." Jack shook his head at the Torchwood comment. "On leave, though, I don't think anyone completely goes on leave. This here in Canada, however, could be that famed Torchwood Four I'd always heard had gotten lost once upon a time." The smile faded from Jack's face ever so slightly. "We changed. Or, at least, I made them change after... after..." Once more he forced a smile to his lips. "Well, after." They had enough trouble with paradoxes than to add something else to the mix.
"All manner of things," Jack said. "Don't think I didn't notice that you seemed to enjoy my brand of 'dancing'. The good Doctor has a few moves up his sleeve, don't let him fool you."
His gaze slid to Ianto, surprised and more than a little pleased when Ianto stood up for him in such a manner. At long last a genuine (albeit small) smile graced his lips, sharing a look with Ianto before he picked up his pace once more to reach the Doctor. "I am all that I say I am," Jack said, lying smoothly. "The 133rd wouldn't have known what to do without me."
Slowing his step, Jack punched at his wrist strap once more, confirming that they weren't far from the second signal. "Should be just beyond this bend in the road, actually." Jack licked his lips, glancing back and forth between the two men. "Do tell me I don't have to wine and dine both of you now. I don't know if my pocketbook can handle it. Just go with the assumption that I've at least bought you both a drink from here on out."