Jack had just been lifting his napkin to take care of the sauce when he felt the tongue on his cheek and blinked. Ianto was rather against being publically intimate on any level. At least the Captain was not entirely dense. The pattern of Ianto's behavior had changed so he recognized it.

John's stayed as it usually was.

Grinning at the Welshman, he picked up his jealousy and shook his head. He and Hart were together a long time ago. It had tended, even for Hart's timeline, ten years before.

"Hand to hand. Hear that John? He wants to learn to grapple."