"I don't need CCTV Jack," Ianto assured him. "I just know you." He smiled. "Besides, Tosh taught me how to recover footage. I have quite a few interesting DVDs." His expression was completely innocent, in spite of the turn in the conversation. "Don't worry, cariad. I happen to have a certain fondness for your ego...and the rest of you as well, in case you haven't noticed."
"I would just think you'd prefer to see such things in living colour," Ianto said with a shrug and a small smile. And Jack could definitely see that any time he liked. "In any case, I refuse to aid you in any madcap schemes to aggravate Owen." He tried his hardest to look disapproving, but just couldn't manage it. Owen might have been one of his best mates, but he was just so much fun to annoy. Of course, not as fun as kissing Jack. Nothing could compare to that...well, almost nothing.
The ring was absolutely perfect, and Ianto appreciated the trouble that Jack had gone to in order to find a ring that was meaningful to them. He was also incredibly happy at the implications for their relationship. Of course, Jack hadn't actually said that, so it was entirely possible that he was looking too much into this, but he really didn't think so.
And then Jack started talking about how they had discussed this before, and he knew it was what Jack meant. "I was hospitalised at the time, after being tortured and nearly killed by a psychotic Time Lord," he reminded his lover, his left hand rubbing almost unconsciously over his right arm over the spot where his sleeves hid the scars that were still there. "I thought...I don't know...at the time I thought you were reacting to what happened...or humouring me...or...I mean...I don't think that now...but things were a lot different a year ago." He smiled shyly. "I wouldn't change the way things are now for anything. I want this, Jack...I want a life with you...even if I can only give you one. I know we already have that, even without this...but it means a lot to me."