"Oh, that's a new one. Have you heard the one about the boyfriend with no mouth? Surprisingly creative." Ianto grinned and leaned towards Rose as well, then offered her a bit of his blanket. May has well share the warmth, right? It'd keep the both of them comfortable.
"I'll take your word on the fact that he's better. I haven't really known Jack that long. A couple of years at the most. All I really know is that he's from the fifty first century and Jack Harkness isn't his real name. But that's all, really." Ianto wasn't certain just how far the tales of Jack's immortality had circulated and he didn't want to give anything away if Rose didn't know. It was Jack's tale to tell, wasn't it?