"He sounds like quite the charmer. I guess he's been dwelling on his bitterness long enough he's decided to get dramatic. That's what I like in a good villain, dramatics. I'm hoping he'll wear a lot of black and give us a speech about power and birthright and all that."

You know, a proper monologue to get the mood going. He shoves the pack of painkillers onto the table an inch toward Ianto and sets the bottle of water beside it, and adds --

"I said don't take anything with anti-inflammatory properties. This is fine."

That done, he grabs a piece of bread for himself and begins to chew thoughtfully.

"We need more info on him, how much damage he's willing to do. There's a difference between someone who would happily set fire to a peace treaty and start an arms race, and someone who wouldn't blink at just nuking the entire of Olympia then making themselves king of the rubble. He's obviously not afraid to kill people but it's more a matter of scale."