Jack doesn't even bother looking for the eyeroll he knows is going to be there; he just leers at Ianto's ass, enjoying the way the jeans pull tight over skin he knows is still bruised and swollen.
He grins when Ianto gives him that look and heads over to the table, tossing Spike an amused look over his shoulder as he bends to take his shot. "Give him a chance. You know he's got a lot of distraction going on in his pants!"
This time, the ball runs easily into the centre of the pocket and he proceeds to pot another four, before missing one and in the process setting Ianto up for a shot that's more or less unmissable.