"Yes, well," Ianto said, smiling and blushing, "I suppose it does."

"I suppose you wouldn't call my job a janitor, then," Ianto said, as they approached the door to the archives hallway. "Problem is, I'm not sure what you would call it. I mean, I do archival, cleanup, coverup, coffee and takeout, feed the plants and pets, stock, repairs, help out in the field and man the tourist office. It's hard enough doing it all, let alone even describe what it all is that I do, you know?"