Ianto could really care less about what the Doctor had to say about anything. In spite of all the good the time lord had done, the fact remained that he had abandoned Jack and hurt him time and again, and for that he would always hold something against the Doctor. Jack deserved better than what the Doctor had given him, and he planned to spend the rest of his life, or as long as Jack would keep him around, showing Jack just how much he meant to him.
Ianto rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Jack. "You really are incorrigible," he scolded with mock seriousness. He noticed the brief change in Jack's expression and became more serious. "We should do something," he said. "I know there's no Rift here, but our talents must be good for something." He barely paused a moment before giving Jack a Look. "Not those talents, Jack. I was referring to work-related talents."
"Either," he considered, "both." He loved that expression, the smirk that showed that Jack was thinking about decidedly nice things. He leaned into the kiss, groaning low in his throat as Jack nipped at his lower lip. He pulled back a little and raised an eyebrow. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I'd believe that innocent act if your hands weren't on my arse right now." He laughed, not at all surprised by Jack's antics. "A silent film, huh? They still make those?" Really, Jack. If you're going for a boring film, don't tell the archivist about a silent film. He'll probably find it fascinating.
"Indian sounds fantastic," Ianto said. "There's a great little place just by the movie rental place." He knew that Jack was getting twitchy, being in one place so long without Torchwood to occupy him, and he wanted to help however he could.