"God you're predictable. Yes, it's yours." Ianto replies, not able to stop a find roll of his eyes as he starts making coffee. He doesn't even think to ask Jack how he takes it until he's already finished making it, so he's a bit awkward as he hands him the mug. Their fingers brush slightly and he clears his throat awkwardly to cover it.
"Right. Well I'll see if I can answer any of them for you." He takes a sip of his coffee, privately hating the things this place does sometimes.