"Jack, please." Ianto's gaze was fixed on Jack's hand, as if by staring at it he could will it into action.
"Nah. I don't think so."
Ianto groaned. "Pretty please?"
"That's cute, but still 'no'."
"Might I point out that we did what you wanted the last three times?"
"Might I point out that I'm the boss?"
"That shouldn't matter when it's just the two of us."
"Oh, but it does."
"I can see that."
If Jack didn't know better, he'd think Ianto was pouting. He relented a little.
"O.K. But only if you ask really, really nicely."
"Seriously?"
Ianto was pouting. It was a good look for him.
Jack nodded. "Go on, then," he prompted, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice.
Ianto took a deep, steadying breath, then looked up with wide, earnest eyes.
"Jack, I know how much this means to you, and without question you deserve it, which is why I do my best to accommodate you, always. But it would be the highlight of my day-no, my week-if you could see your way clear to doing me this great favor. I would never, ever, forget it. I'd consider myself deeply in your debt, and I'd do anything you wanted to repay you. Anything at all."
Despite the fact that this speech was delivered without a hint of Ianto's habitual sarcasm, Jack's mind was fairly sure it was complete and utter bullshit. His body, however, was responding to the fact that Ianto Jones was begging. Sweetly, and with class, but begging nonetheless.
"Fine," Jack croaked, holding out the keys to the S.U.V. "You can drive."