Oh, so it was aliens after all, and not any of those other things. Yeah, Cecil figured as much. Cecil makes sufficiently impressed, agreeing, and melancholic noises, at the appropriate points in Ianto's slightly inebriated narrative. Let it never be said that Cecil isn't an attentive and active listener, when the tables are turned.

Ianto's question catches him off guard, and he looks rather sheepish. "Sorry. Old habits, etc. It's just what comes naturally in a new place surrounded by interesting new people. It's not like I'll get a chance to report on this 'interview' anyway." He scare-quotes the word with just a tinge of disgruntlement; Ianto could have announced an intention to run for mayor of New York and he still wouldn't get to report on it, because he won't get to report on anything. "I didn't mean to pry."