Well it's good that someone is. Cecil unsurveiled and unlistened to is basically Cecil gone to waste. In another world, Ianto could probably cut it as Secret Police.

Cecil accepts the understated compliment with a gracefully downcast look. "A little desert town called Night Vale," he imbues the name and description with all the sinister warmth it demands. "Unfortunately tourism hasn't really caught on, so it's not on the map." It really, really isn't. "What about you? I'm afraid I can't exactly pin down your accent." He really does sound apologetic; it's a nice accent, and it really would do well on the radio, or possibly on display in a jar.