Jack was pleasantly surprised by the question. "No...I'm not seeing anyone." True, the little redhead had kissed him, but she'd been drunk at the time. Much like Ianto now. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to make Jack a bartender.
"I was going to cut you off anyway. Two hyper vodkas and a bourbon? That would be more than enough for me and something tells me you have considerably less tolerance than I do."
He drowned the rest of his drink, chuckling. "Oh Ianto...roommates aren't that bad. Give them a chance before you make up your mind to hate them. Otherwise, I might think you're hinting that you'd like to move in with me."