Ianto sat down on the bench at one side of the cell and folded his arms across his chest. He was the very image of ‘Not Amused’.
“Ianto…” Jack started, but that was as far as he got.
“Don’t speak to me, Jack Harkness! You can’t talk your way out of trouble this time, this is all your fault and you know it!”
“Don’t ‘but’ me! Dressing up in this uniform for Halloween was all your idea; you said it would be sexy! Well, now I’m locked up for impersonating a police officer!”
“But you do look sexy.”