James paid attention to the conversation while he drank his coffee. All he knew about Ianto Jones was his name, that he worked at an office and he didn't hate coffee. "You can explain it here." He said. He wasn't about to go walking off into the night with the young man if he could help it. For once James wasn't looking for a fist fight. He was looking for answers instead.
"Who do you work for?" James asked. "We'll start there before I go anywhere with you."