"So, did your sister grill you for all the details?" Jack asked. Ianto nodded as he picked up a mussel and ate it. "And did you give her any?"

"Nope," Ianto said. "She was quite frustrated by that." He grinned. "It's okay, she saw enough." He paused in the act of scooping up another mussel. "What exactly did she see?"

"When I woke up, she was standing in the doorway. You were dead to the world, and I wasn't much better," Jack admitted as he took a breadstick and munched on it. "Luckily the sheet was up, but I had my head on your stomach, so she could probably draw some conclusions from that." They shared a laugh as the waiter delivered their meals.

"So Jack, I have to ask," Ianto said as he began to eat. Jack looked up from his Gamberoni with a curious look on his face. "About the gift that Rhi gave me."

"What about it?" Jack asked, pausing to take a sip of his wine. "It was amazing to see that."

"I saw your face when you were looking at it," Ianto said quietly. Jack looked down and poked at a prawn. "What were you thinking?" Jack sighed.

"I was wishing I could have something like that for myself," Jack admitted. Ianto figured it was something like that. "To be able to trace your family like that. It's special." Ianto reached across the table and lightly touched Jack's hand.

"You don't have any records of your own family?" He asked. Jack shook his head. "Maybe you could look for it at some point. In the meantime, I'm happy to share my family tree with you. It might make you realize how lucky you are!" Jack looked up with a grin, his mood broken by Ianto's comment. "Once you meet my mother, you may think differently, anyhow."

"I'm sure she'll be lovely," Jack said. "In fact, I'm eager to meet her now that she knows about me."

Ianto lifted his glass and saluted Jack. "If anyone is a match for my mother, it would be you." Jack lifted his glass and they silently toasted Ianto's mother. Their conversation drifted to work as they ate, both following up their entrees with a rich dessert. When they finished that, Jack suggested they head on to their next location, which he still hadn't told Ianto about.

Content in whatever Jack had planned; Ianto followed him out of the restaurant and away from the waterfront. It was a typical Saturday night as they walked through the streets, Jack leading the way to wherever they were headed. They chatted about little things as they walked. Finally, Jack led them down a narrow street to a place that looked like a warehouse.

"Here we are," Jack said, indicating the door. Ianto raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "After you, Mr. Jones." Jack opened a heavily carved wooden door which really didn't seem to fit the rest of the building. Ianto ducked through the opening and stopped in the foyer. The outside had given him no indication of the rich interior. His gaze tracked along the group of men and women who were milling about in the foyer as Jack followed him in and stretched out an arm to indicate the direction they should head.

They threaded their way through the crowd and made their way up the stairs. Ianto could hear music playing and he cast a quick glance towards Jack. Jack had a look of anticipation on his face. As they reached the top of the stairs Ianto stopped as he took in the dance hall.

"Wow," was all he could say as he scanned the couples dancing. Jack grinned at him.

"Like it?" Jack asked. Ianto nodded, though he shivered a little as he listened to the big band music. He wondered if Jack felt like he had returned back in time, except it was obvious that most of the couples here were dressed in more modern clothes than Bilis' WWII hall that had sent Jack back into the past. Jack held out a hand to Ianto.

"May I have this dance?" He asked with a grin. Ianto clasped his hand and they moved out onto the dance floor, Ianto allowing Jack to lead for the first dance. They switched leads on the second dance and moved across the floor, the mixed couples twining about them in time to the music. Jack's eyes were closed and he had a half smile on his face as he listened to the man singing from the stage.

"I do believe you're enjoying this," Ianto whispered in his ear. Ianto looked about them and saw the lights shining from the chandelier above them. "This is very romantic." He looked around but no one seemed to be paying attention to them in the dim light. He nibbled on Jack's ear and whispered some more in his ear.

Jack held Ianto close, listening to the Welsh syllables that Ianto whispered softly, the melodic language a beautiful counterpoint to the music as they danced. He tightened his arms around Ianto, embracing him as they whirled around the dance floor.

They danced the night away, finally stopping only because the lights were coming up and the club had to close in order to comply with the local regulations. Ianto led Jack back home and they spent the rest of the evening in one another's embrace, enjoying their time in one another's company.

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