[Agnes, to Ianto:] ‘I was wondering if we could have a word.’
‘Oh’, said Ianto, suddenly fearful again. ‘Is it about the tea? I’ve been wondering if I should switch brands…’
‘No no’, said Agnes, waving a hand. ’[…] I wished to have a word with you… about Jack. About… you and Jack.’
Ianto made a tiny, awkward noise.
Agnes leant forward, smiling. ‘Am I correct in understanding that there is an intimacy between the two of you?’
Ianto nodded, looking as if he’d like to hide under a rock.