Ianto is torn between rolling his eyes and smiling. He manages both, and adds a blush to the mix, much though he sincerely wishes he didn't blush so easily.

"Not a soul," he teases, his back still turned, "But I have it on good authority that my coffee is positively orgasmic." He glances furtively at his co-workers, who are thankfully otherwise occupied. His co-workers are gossips who have been plying him for details since the first day Jack walked in the door and flashed that charming grin. They all have their suspicions that Jack and Ianto are together, and yet with no confirmation, they still hold out hope that Jack is available. He's having a bit of fun stringing them along, even as he's completely unsure how to define their relationship anyway.