Bruce's eyebrows go up in surprise. "You're what?" he asks, blinking. "Well. Ah. Sorry. It's not that I have a problem with it, or you. Far from it, Ianto. I just wasn't expecting that."

His hands come together again, and he presses them lightly to his lips, thinking, his gaze drifting for a moment. A British intelligence officer. That certainly made some things make a hell of a lot more sense. His brow furrowed slightly, and he cast a questioning glance over at Ianto.

"Okay. I have to ask. I assume there was a vetting process? How the hell did I manage to pass muster?"