Knowing Ianto as he did, Jack had a feeling there was a mental note pad involved with a listing that would later be translated over to that Diary of his. Yes, Diary with a capital D. There was no need to find the return attraction baffling. Ianto was handsome, there was no doubt about that point. It's not that Jack needed looks alone, but oh, if only Ianto saw what Jack saw.
"Next time I'll have to make it a muddy boot," Jack mused, wondering just how far he could push Ianto. "That 'making up' thing might be part of what I have in mind," Jack replied. He reached across the desk picking up a few files and squaring them up to one another. "Well, there's some filing to down in the archives. I could always help or you could close the office door?" Let Ianto fill in the blanks as he would.