"Don't I already pay for your dry cleaning?" Jack asked, lifting an eyebrow and clearing his throat. "And that, too, would be assuming you could toss me there without either dragging me back to bed or curling up with me," he pointed out with a hint of a smirk. Jack paused at that, looking up at Ianto for a moment, contemplating that very thing. "In other words, you don't want to do any work on Fridays do you?" Because, frankly, Ianto in jeans? Well, he'd indulge in that fantasy later.
Hey, Jack offered the choice between the office and the archives, it was up to Ianto what he wanted. "Yes, I'm offering to help, but surprised you're taking it. I know how you feel about others mucking around in your archives." There was a smirk at the 'sir' comment as Jack stood, running his hand across Ianto's stomach, picking up the couple of files he'd been working on and left the office. There may or may not have been a decided bounce in his step as he wound down to the lower levels.