Owen glanced up as Ianto placed a mug of coffee on his workstation then did a double take. While Ianto always looked smart in his suits, he didn’t usually wear a tux to work.
“Look at you, all done up to the nines. What’s with the fancy outfit? Not exactly practical for mucking out the Weevils.”
“Not that I need to explain myself to you, but Jack and I are going to the opening of the new art gallery,” Ianto smirked. “And since you volunteered, you’ll be mucking out the Weevils tonight.”
With that, Ianto strolled away, leaving Owen speechless.