By the time Jack was finished dressing, Ianto was already tugging on the sleeves of his suit, looking unfairly immaculate. Dressing quickly -- very quickly -- was a skill Ianto had achieved while working at Torchwood One, and had perfected during the course of his liaisons with Jack in the hub. He probably deserved some kind of mention in a record book for the time Owen had come in unexpectedly just as they were in flagrante up against the counter in the kitchen. Jack had still looked rather happily disheveled when Owen stumbled upon them, while Ianto had been smugly in the middle of preparing a coffee as if it had been his entire purpose for being in the kitchen all along.

"I wasn't thinking of anything but breakfast," he replied after a thoughtful pause. "I could hear you down in the kitchen. I splashed water on my face, looked up, and there they we. Neither of them looked at me or acknowledged me." Ianto too thought about grabbing his gun, knowing the bullet situation in Baedal could be bothersome. But they couldn't go unarmed either, so after only a short hesitation, he tucked his away.