John rolls his eyes and scoots up to sit next to Ianto against the headboard. "I've been grinning like an idiot and acting like a sodding fifteen year old. Went back to the Smoke to move some of the more volatile bits from my room here to my lock-up back home, and Chas -- friend of mine -- kept asking me what's her name and what kind of drugs she's feeding me." John winks. "I told him she's a 23 year old lad and suddenly Chas decides my private life is private."