"What, exactly, am I going to have to wear in this place?" Ianto asked, staring at his wardrobe and rather doubting he had anything appropriate for a sex club. "Or, is clothing frowned upon?"

"Not much is frowned upon," Jack assured. "You could do a look, but, honestly, probably better to stick with your usual attire."

"Brilliant. I'll have all sorts with a haberdashery fetish cracking on to me."

"You don't already?" Jack grinned.

Ianto ignored that. "Won't it stand out though? I mean… what are you wearing? Although, I suppose there is military kink, isn't there?"

Jack shrugged. "I'm wearing whatever you want me to. Anything, or nothing."

Ianto gave Jack a questioning look.

"Well, you are in charge."

"Is that right?"

Jack jiggled his left wrist. "I wear this into a place like that, with a guy in a three-piece suit…. Yeah, you are in charge, and that is a very visible fact."

"I guess you do know the territory."

"Like I said, won't pretend I haven't been."

"Do you have… um, other things? I mean, is there something we'd need to bring? Because I'm not renting any sort of… I don't even know what."

"Oh, I bet you know more than you're admitting," Jack smirked. "In fact, I know you do. But, yes, I have some things from some previous… dabbling."

"Jack…."

Jack put his hand on Ianto's arm. "You can change your mind about this. I meant it when I said you're in charge. We only do what you want, nothing you don't. We can sit there and watch the entire time… if you really want to torture me. Of course, if the mission ends up compromised and I tell you to pull back, then… same as any other mission. But as far as this cover goes…."

Ianto took a breath and sat down on the bed. "I know we've… dabbled. But, is this something big with you?"

Jack smiled and shook his head. "It's just another facet I've enjoyed. Nothing is especially 'big' with me. Well…."

Ianto rolled his eyes.

"Look, really, if you're uncomfortable…."

"I'm not. I just…. We can play at a lot of things, but there are some I'm not doing."

"Yeah, that's fine. Hard limits are fine, I have 'em, too. In fact, we really ought to define those. For instance… scat… not happening."

"I'm not going to hurt you, Jack," Ianto said flatly. "Not really. That's something I couldn't…."

"Hey…. I'll never ask you to," Jack promised, wrapping his arms around Ianto.

"Isn't that a big part of all this, though?"

"For a lot of people, it can be. But it doesn't have to be."

"Is it for you?"

"It has been, in the past," Jack said honestly. "And not everyone has respected that. I've been pushed too far in sessions, and some have used it as an excuse to kill me or -"

Ianto put up a hand to stop him.

"I'm sorry," Jack said. "We do need to talk about limits, though. And a few other things. We've never ventured into 'safeword' territory, but we're gonna need to discuss that. Oh, and if you could pick an English one, 'cause sometimes the Welsh is indecipherable from orgiastic moans."

Ianto scowled at Jack. "You've had 150 years to learn the language."

"Never really had a reason to think I was sticking around, till now," he said, reaching for Ianto's hand.