"Well, perhaps not all of us," he admitted, and then grinned. "On the other hand, perhaps it's nice to think that some of the nasty things your Malcolm Merlyn has done might be balanced out by all the people I've managed to save?"
He smiled. "Good to meet you, Laurel Lance. Captain Jack Harkness."
Far more restrained than his usual greeting, and without the usual level of flirtatiousness, partly because of the sombre way they'd met and partly because he simply didn't intend to hit on anyone here beyond Ianto and Spike for the moment. He was finally starting to understand how that worked.