Coming out of his office, not looking where he was going, Jack tripped on something soft and fell flat on his face.
“Ow! What the Hell?” Levering himself up, he looked towards his doorway and the long, fluffy alien lying right across it. “Nosy, that’s no place to sleep, I thought you knew better! Someone might have been badly hurt!”
“Sorry, Jack, my fault,” said Ianto. “Ever since I went shopping online for something to help keep my flat warm this winter, Nosy’s been trying to impersonate a draught excluder.”
Jack had to admit it was a very effective impersonation.