‘Problem?’ asked Jack as he joined them on the pavement.

Ianto grabbed him and gave him a stifling hug. 'Not that I was worried or anything,’ he muttered self-consciously as he let him go.

‘That’s enough now,’ Jack said, stepping out of the bath, taking her hand and rubbing it gently between his own. 'The blood’s gone.’

Julia felt tears in her eyes, and she bit her lip. She was determined not to give in to that any more. 'It might be commonplace to you,’ she muttered, 'but I don’t normally go around shoving tools in people’s mouths.’

There was an awkward pause at that and then, despite herself, she burst into hysterics. 'I’m sorry,’ she said. 'That came out so wrong… I wasn’t having a pop about you being, you know…’

'He prefers the term “omnisexual”,’ said Ianto, stepping into the room. 'It’s the polite way of saying he’ll sleep with anything – men, women… cephalopods. I must be the only boyfriend that’s ever had to get jealous in a fishmongers.’

'Don’t knock the sensual embrace of the tentacle,’ Jack replied with a wink.

'Oh God…’ Ianto replied. 'I could have died happy had I never heard you say that.