Jack wasn't complaining either for the record. Just a statement of fact and an observation was all. "Or walls," Jack said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Walls would, I think, provide adequate support. It's just the bending where the desk is concerned that could prove to be problematic." Jack managed to keep a straight face through this, somehow. Never mind. The straight face broke into the grin at the sight of the look on Ianto's face. If Jack ever wanted to get a real reaction, just mention the archives and screwing with them. "How do you know? Could wind up being the fun time depending on what you're thinking of. Those handcuffs come immediately to mind." Though Jack knew better than to enter the Archives -- unless for nefarious purposes that is.
He merely smiled, keeping his foot rubbing against Ianto's thigh, not caring that his boot was more than a little dusty and leaving prints behind. "And wasn't even an excuse to be 'slimy'," Jack teased with a smile. Jack stiffened his legs, not letting Ianto rise from his chair. "Oh, there may be one or two things I need right about now."