"Tell me what?"
Jack looked up from that month's Y Dinesydd. It was a relief as the consonants were beginning to give him a headache. "What 'tell you what'?"
Ianto held out the blue sticky-note that read, in Jack's unmistakable penmanship, "Tell Ianto Gray."
Jack shrugged. "Gray what?"
"That was rather my question."
"Where'd you find it?" Jack asked, heading to Ianto's kitchen to refill his coffee.
"In your top pocket. I was going to do laundry. I'm forever telling you not to leave things in your pockets."
"As I recall, you were the one who tore my shirt off before I could properly go through the pockets, Mr. Jones," Jack said, moving in close to Ianto.
"It was your fault. Looking all… smouldering."
Jack nodded, impressed. "Interesting choice of adjectives."
"Getting a bit bored of rakish."
"No you aren't," Jack grinned.
"Stop it, you. Do try to remember whatever it is you want in grey. I usually go with blue for you whenever there's a color choice involved."
"Maybe I meant Earl Grey."
"I doubt it. You generally prefer Assam. You don't care for anything sweet in your tea."
"I generally prefer sweet ass-" Jack stopped at Ianto's raised brow. "It's absolutely amazing how you know so much about me."
"Not at all. You're rather predictable. You have your habits and you are consistent in them."
"I hope that doesn't go for 'in bed,' too," Jack asked, for once sounding genuinely concerned.
"Ah, no. That's a completely different realm altogether."
"Right. Good."
"So… just let me know when you figure out what your grey is, yeah?"
"Either I won't remember until you hand me whatever it is – in blue – or I'll remember while we're in the middle of a weevil hunt."
"You know, just once we could skive off on the weevil hunt… just once. Let Owen handle it…."
"You were the one who wanted to go hunting."
"When did I say that? Given the choice, I'd much rather not deal with weevils any day."
"Just the other day, I think," Jack said, shaking his head to try to remember. "You said something like it had been a while since we'd been hunting together."
"I suppose if there's one person I might not mind weevil hunting with it'd be you. I'm sure I meant something else though."
"What, riding to hounds?"
Ianto shook his head. "I'll be in the bedroom if you want me."
Jack grinned. That was an invitation he wasn't about to pass up.