To be fair, he'd been in something of a different place the last time he'd seen Clara, the last time he'd been here. He'd had time, since then, a lot of time, unencumbered by the pain of Asgard, to deal with the storm of grief and loss that was being an immortal in a galaxy of mortals. To deal with actually losing Ianto Jones- and everyone else he'd lost since.

That, and after catching his lantern, he felt really good.

"Who says staring is all we'll be doing?" His grin was wide, and he winked cheerily at her. "And if we do somehow manage to get bored? I have some of my best ideas then."