"Liberal's a nice way of putting it," he commented, smiling as he shoved his hands into his pockets, uncertain what exactly this man wanted from him.
"Yes, I certainly have regained a certain sense of style. At least, I don't wear a vegetable anymore. That's always an improvement," he grinned, quite aware that the other man wouldn't have a clue what he was talking about, but amused nonetheless. "Mm, you are a bit of a mixture. Mind you, there's really no need to try and blend in round here. No one is exactly... normal," he admitted, somehow managing to completely avoid looking at the other man's bum.
"Anyway. Looks like Ianto Jones didn't need our rescuing after all. Typical bloody Master, just leaving him in the middle of the street or something," he said, changing the subject completely. "Have you heard how he's doing?" he asked conversationally.