Good. Yeah. I mean, not good, that's obviously... what the Devil is. Absolutely. It just, you know, it sounds really exciting. And it's so hard, for so many reasons, to take that sort of thing seriously anymore. But he'll try. Look how concerned he looks! Oh yes. That frown. Those furrowed eyebrows. The Devil. Totally bad. Ianto coughs into his napkin - see how taken aback he is by the Devil visiting, he nearly choked on his pie. Really serious stuff.

"Has he?" He clears his throat again, reaches for his hot cocoa, decides coffee would be better, and takes a sip of his coffee. "And he's, erm, he's smiting people? Or is that more God's bag." The jukebox in the corner - what, you didn't notice it? - whirrs, clunks, and quietly kicks in with some ambient Elvis Presley.