Particularly when the banter tended to lead to other things which was, it seemed, where this conversation was rapidly heading towards. "No, I was only saying that we'd have to give up sex in the office. Need some place where I'm sure my lower back is properly supported, you see," Jack reasoned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "And here I thought you were going to do everything in your power to keep me out of the Archives. But if doing paperwork... I suppose I'll have to go in there. Screw with all your perfectly alphabetised shelves," Jack taunted.
Jack left his feet in Ianto's lap, humming softly as his lover rubbed the skin of his ankle. "How do you know that my ego isn't currently keeping our own solar system going?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow. "It could be, you know." He smiled, rubbing a boot-clad foot against Ianto's thigh. "Out of curiosity and ego -- is there a circumstance where you wouldn't find me attractive?"