It was a moment before Tony realised that he'd handed the man his second place prize that Saturday. "That Jack." He remembered the somewhat boisterous man and had a hard time picturing him with Ianto. That was probably for the best, to be perfectly honest.
Tony reached for the newest glass of whiskey and took another healthy sip. The conversation called for it. "I could say that I appreciate the honesty. I guess I do, because apparently you trust enough that I'm not going to use it against you. That said, this is probably the last conversation we'll have about it."
The alcohol was, as always, the best social lubricant for an awkward situation and Tony smirked slightly. "And if you ever try and make a pass at me, you remember that I have a suit in my garage that flies and shoots lasers out of the hands."