He's listening with a great deal of care as Vincent speaks, though anyone watching him might well think he were more interested in Vincent's gun, in pieces on the table, and in the way Vincent carefully reassembles it. The gun is not like any he's seen before, and he knows guns. The fact that the gun he carries himself is antique doesn't reflect any lack of interest in weaponry. Just the opposite, in fact.

Anyone who'd seen some of the things in the armoury at Torchwood would know that. And the armoury is his domain.

"Good," he says, nodding. Those are the same sort of things we would have done, with one difference. Had Jack been cleaning up the Import/Export store, the Dragons wouldn't have remembered anything about what happened.

He has only got a limited supply of Retcon here, but to keep River safe, it would have been worth using it.

And if any of them had been left knowing something about events, he'd have made sure it was his name and face they recalled, not Vincent's. Jack has nothing to fear from them.

"It was unwise to draw all their attention to you, even for River's sake. You say you're difficult to kill. But impossible?"

There's no-one it's impossible to kill. No-one except Jack.