Ianto raises an eyebrow. As a citizen of the United Kingdom, he's a bit insulted by the reference. World War II isn't exactly ancient history for most of his family. As an intellect, he appreciates the reference. It's not every day someone compares Torchwood to the Nazi party. It's also not every day Jack compares himself to Hitler.
"I don't think I'd look very dashing in that uniform," he says, deadpanning the joke. He's always been quite proud of his ability to remove all inflection from his otherwise pleasant voice. "And you'd look terrible with one of those tiny mustaches."
He finally removed the perfect facade, and puts his hands on the table, leaning in. "Then what the hell do you do here, Jack? Because if you've suddenly gone Hartmen on me, I might have issues."
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:18 pm (UTC)"I don't think I'd look very dashing in that uniform," he says, deadpanning the joke. He's always been quite proud of his ability to remove all inflection from his otherwise pleasant voice. "And you'd look terrible with one of those tiny mustaches."
He finally removed the perfect facade, and puts his hands on the table, leaning in. "Then what the hell do you do here, Jack? Because if you've suddenly gone Hartmen on me, I might have issues."