“Okay,” Ianto said with a sigh, standing outside the police cell. “What did you do this time?”
“It wasn’t my fault, how was I supposed to know?”
“Know what?” Getting information from Jack was akin to pulling teeth.
“That I have a double!”
“You do?” That was a surprise.
“Yeah, some entertainer on the BBC. I thought he was that shape-shifter we’ve been after, trying to impersonate me, so I attacked him. His husband had me arrested.”
“I should think so.” Ianto studied Jack thoughtfully. “He looks that much like you?”
“Not really. I’m better looking.”
“Of course you are.”