Sulu frowned, "Yeah, that's right, that... is a problem." After all, Ianto hadn't been able to get on a shirt, and Sulu had just been lucky enough that Lisa had owned a strapless shirt and that Ianto had saved it. Which was awkward, he thought, because - well, because. He shook his head with a sigh. "Well, if you have anything strapless, like this," he tugged at the fabric of his shirt a little, "Could your husband bring it over? Wait, then he'd see the handcuffs." Which would be a pain in the ass to explain, Torchwood or no. After all, handcuffed to a guy like Jack? Yeah, that didn't really scream "alien plot" so much as "secret rendezvous gone horribly awry."

And Jack wouldn't be able to get on a shirt, either. Well, at least he was a man. That was a plus. Sulu sighed and glanced at Ianto again, half joking when he asked, "Got a sewing machine and some sheets you aren't planning on keeping?" Not that he knew how to sew - "Either that, or maybe I could just go without a shirt. It's not like it matters to me, really..."