He rolls his eyes, putting the bottle away again. "Look, I get it..." he looks toward Ianto, "You really don't like me. And I know you're the good guys and you think I'm the bad guy. But really, I come in pretty handy. Jack knows I do...and the way I see it, you're short handed and I've got no where else I need to be. And no, I don't want to join your little team, I'm more of a freelancer..." He hops all the way up onto the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.