Wel, for now they were talking about Apollo. Ianto had no illusions as to where this conversation was heading. A little frustrated, he rubbed a hand across his face before answering.

"Jack, everyone knows the story of Cassandra. When I told you she was the Cassandra of Troy, I thought that meant something to you and I didn't have to say any more. And I wasn't trying to withhold information about Apollo, it honestly just slipped my mind. We've been introduced to a lot of people here, Jack, and a lot has happened since we arrived. I'm sorry if I can't always remember to tell you every aspect of my day. Shall I start writing out daily reports? Perhaps you'd just like open access to my diary?" He knew was just being unfair now; not that Jack ever refrained from reading his diary, whenever Ianto failed to hide it.