Ianto snatches the SUV keys out of Jack’s hand. “Give me those; I’m driving.”
“No buts, Jack. Look at you! There’s no way you can drive like that.”
Jack’s pout is about as effective on Ianto as it ever is, which is to say, not very. “You can pout all you want, it won’t change anything. Get in the passenger side.”
Still pouting and muttering about unfairness, Jack does as he’s told, crawling up onto the seat. At only half his usual height, his feet don’t even reach the floor. He’s forced to admit that maybe Ianto’s right.