"I've been better," Venom admits, but he doesn't want to saddle Ianto with what the dragon did to his magic. "But it's steadily starting to improve, aside from our unexpected trek through the alien Arctic." He sips his spiked tea, realizing the brandy they used was heavily spiced. Eh, it's warm, so he'll continue to sip it.

"I hope the ghosts left you alone after your departure from the museum." He wouldn't want them to follow the poor guy home, not after those visions.