"You would be paying for my dry cleaning," Ianto said calmly but pointedly, giving Jack a look, "and sleeping on the sofa." Torchwood ruined enough of his suits, without Jack purposefully adding to the count. "But on that note, sir, I've been contemplating the idea of Casual Fridays. Your thoughts?" Yes, Jack, that meant jeans.
Ianto considered the matter for a moment, though the answer was obvious. He wasn't closing the door to an office with a large glass wall, while most of the staff was still present. "That filing is important," he said, "and if you're offering to help, I certainly wouldn't say no, sir." Yes, they really needed to get down to the archives now.