Jack took the napkin and looked it over, trying to come up with some scheme of remembering it. Strange password, but it didn't take long to memorise, which meant that he promptly tore it apart and dumped the shreds into the remnants of his coffee. He met Tim's little smile with one of his own.

"Well, if you're all right with taking orders from someone, anyway. But yeah, I think I can work with that. But if I catch any flack from Ianto because I'm staying up late, I'll have him go to you instead. He's not exactly pleasant when he's upset with me. He gets very Welsh." Jack extended a hand, pleasantly. "Then I look forward to working with you again, Mr. Drake."