He's just some guy who worked for the old Torchwood and knew about Weevils. He's not that important, so why are you so interested? Maybe it was the coat thing. It was dark, granted, but that didn't stop you from taking a good look. Dark hair, tight jeans; if he was anyone else you wouldn't hesitate. Something's not right. Still, you probably won't see him again, so why worry?
He brought you coffee. Not just any coffee, the most incredible coffee. Best in the Universe and you've got the experience to be the judge of that. You were quite rude to him actually, when you think about it. He was pleading like a little kid though and it was starting to get on your nerves. Still, with hindsight, perhaps you were a little too harsh. He did like your coat.
Ianto Jones had a death wish. He stepped out in front of the SUV while you were driving. He must seriously want that job. You threatened him, not your greatest moment, but he wasn't going away. Then something he said caught your attention. Damn it! Why do people always find a way to do that? Of course, you couldn't resist. Pterodactyl on the loose in Cardiff. Bring it on!
You were trying to ignore him but he was still going on about that job. Reeling off a list of posts you could offer him. Guard dog, receptionist, maintenance, food and drink, dry cleaning, butler. Funny thing is you could see him doing all of those. He's good, really good. Dark chocolate, you would never have thought of that. He catches you, you roll over together, missing being attacked by inches. You hesitate, with him lying there on top of you. Then you have a sudden thought.
Perhaps you might need a butler after all.