Ianto steps inside and lets the door close behind him. The room is small, dusty, and cramped, not to mention that Captain Jack Harkness has a way of being far more present than anyone has a right to be, but Ianto does his best not to react.
He merely nods. "Captain," he says, his tone clipped but respectful. Professional. That's his aim. The suit got him the job, after all, or at least that's what he's telling himself. The suit and a pterodactyl. And, in the name of professionalism, he chooses not to acknowledge the comment about his clothes.
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Date: 2009-09-11 02:54 am (UTC)He merely nods. "Captain," he says, his tone clipped but respectful. Professional. That's his aim. The suit got him the job, after all, or at least that's what he's telling himself. The suit and a pterodactyl. And, in the name of professionalism, he chooses not to acknowledge the comment about his clothes.