Ianto smiled as he drank his coffee, amused by just how much he enjoyed it. Some days he worried that Jack just might leave him for his coffee, but that was just silly. He hoped. "Happy to be of service, sir," he said, flushing slightly as he watched the way Jack ran his finger over the rim of the cup. Jack really did have nice hands. Oh bloody hell. The bastard could never play fair, could he?
He forgot that train of thought as Jack started singing along, and he wished for a moment that his lover would do that more often. "Dancing? He said, feigning indifference. "I imagine it would be good for that. It does have a good beat for it." Oh good. He could focus on work and not let Jack talk him into something undoubtedly foolish. "Antiqualigans?" he considered it a moment. "I think Owen was looking at it yesterday. I can go check the autopsy bay. He's home with Katie today." And the first Torchwood baby was on its way soon. How very exciting. No doubt Gwen would be following soon.