The choice of drink only gets a very faintly raised eyebrow. Mostly, he's just glad not to be drinking alone.
Once upon a time, Wade would have got shot down right away. But over the years, stuck here with these people, Jack has begun to mellow a little. To get used to talking about things he never would have talke about before.
He lifts a shoulder and drops it again, lips pursing. "I had a run-in with Ianto."