"Mostly, we socialise," he admits with a wry grin, checking Ianto has his coffee and then leading the way to the door. "But in between that we patrol. There's an organisation here called the Defence Force which you and I have both adopted as our kind of Torchwood substitute. We can't do much, but we try to gather information about anything that might help us get out, and look out for any kind of trouble people might need help from in the meantime.
"Oh, and you run the library." He grins lasciviously, remembering a few choice smutty encounters they've had in the library.