"I dunno, I thought it was exciting," Ianto says, only feeling a little bit guilty about the black sludge of burnt paper and dirt and maybe some blood that he scuffs off his shoes onto the floor. It can get boring up here. Like really... really boring. A little action/adventure can never go amiss.

He takes the lighter and performs a bit of sleight of hand, or pretends to, willing it back into nonexistence. Or back into the fabric of the Dreaming? He's not sure. If he tried to will too many things into existence, would the Dreaming encounter a fatal error and crash? An experiment for another day. "Do you care?" he counters, rhetorically.