He laughed a little, shaking his head. "Haven't read Nero Wolfe in years." He hadn't read Tintin in years either, but it had stuck in his mind a lot more vividly. Probably because he'd always favoured it so much.

"Go on, then. Captain Haddock'll be wanting a top-up right about now, anyway." He nodded towards his own mug. He thought he could use one himself, and though Jack was far from a frequent drinker he was a slave to Ianto's coffee.