Owen frowned. "I can be nice when I fucking want to be. I have Lyssa don't I? And she hasn't buggered off yet. I might actually know what I'm fucking doing. On the rare occasion." He took a long swig of his beer and watched Ianto, eyeing him with a curious expression.
"Of course women like honesty. I know this because I'm never honest, or I wasn't before, and it always bit me in the fucking arse. Look at what happened with Gwen and me, for fuck's sake. And that was all under Rhys' nose." He sighed. "So how'd ya ask her out?"