“You okay?” Jack asked as Ianto flopped onto the sofa beside him with a heartfelt groan.
“I’m fine, just feeling my age.”
Jack snorted. “You’re twenty-five, that’s hardly the depths of old age.”
“Okay, then I’m just feeling your age.” Ianto glared at Jack balefully.
“Ouch! Thanks a lot! I may be old, but I’m very well preserved.” Jack leered at his lover and waggled his eyebrows. “Not a single grey hair, and I’ve still got all my own teeth!”
“Only because they grow back when they get knocked out,” Ianto muttered.
“Yeah, well, being immortal does have some advantages!”