Ianto, who had been taking a swig of his beer, choked on it a bit. One of the nights out at the bar, Jack had gone off at the group after Owen questioned his music taste, talking about how much he loved the older songs because they could say in his words "so much more than the songs you kids listen to today." Jack just grinned at Bertie. "Can't imagine why she'd take offense to it. Brilliant song that was, I remember it well. Though, seven hours is a bit long. Even for me," he said with a wink.

"Jack," Ianto said, groaning at him. He turned to Bertie. "That, ehm, really isn't the type of song you want to be singing around your aunts."