Ianto remains slumped against the door, trousers hanging loosely from his hips as he watches Jack with lazy interest. The new toy certainly gets his attention, as does the use of the word sir. Usually that's his line and its pleasantly unexpected to hear it from Jack. He likes it, even if it does feel a bit odd.
He accepts the remote silently, fingering the smooth plastic with a smile. He likes Jack on his knees as well, enjoying the anticipation of how this is all going to play out.