So he's an asshole? That's great. He's usually somewhat of an asshole, somewhere along that scale, so that's nothing new. Ianto takes a sip of the root beer float at his elbow and chokes on it, but covers that masterfully with a cough and a few good clearings of his throat. You are doing him all sorts of justice, girl. He's the crazy companion lady who lives at the end of the street. Got it.

Ianto coughs again and settles a little more comfortably in his seat, looking positively pink with amusement. "So he has a heart of gold under his stony exterior, but he... isn't cute?" That's what she meant, right? That's definitely what she meant.