Jack won't mind even if Ianto is, because he's irritatingly casual about that kind of thing.

He rolls his eyes tolerantly and swings the towel around his shoulders.

"Since you ask so nicely, go on then," he says, and privately thinks it's lucky that his rapid healing is limited to when he actually dies. "And why don't you tell me what you've been up to today while you're at it. I can only stand written reports for so long."