"Jack," Ianto said with a fond but exasperated smile, "you are. It's part of your charm." He looked at Jack for a moment, as if ascertaining what was wrong, then spoke again. "We could always set up something. Investigations and such. I could give notice at the museum and it could be good...get back into our normal sort of work as much as we can here." Because he couldn't stand Jack feeling miserable and purposeless.
"Is it later yet?" Ianto asked with a cheeky smile. It was so easy to fall into this sort of flirtatious banter with Jack. He couldn't imagine his life without the other man and this relationship. "Have you assured yourself that my arse is still there?" he asked with a roll of his eyes at the terrible pun. "Never been a fan of horror," Ianto said, wrinkling his nose. "And as for Bond? I know it all by heart. If there's anything I can stand to be distracted from, it's that. I don't need to see it to know what's going on." He paused. "But for the love of god, no Lazenby."
Ianto was as much disinclined to break out of their embrace as Jack was. Dinner and a film...interrupted by sex...was their sort of domestic, and he was looking forward to it tonight. "All right then," he said, pulling Jack in for one last kiss and then releasing him. "Let's go and get back here quickly."