Jack shrugs at her words. "I'm not sure that there would have been a way to describe it that would have made sense, other than to say that if you left me there in that burning building, I would be likely to revive somewhere in the middle of being burned to a crisp. And that, I can safely say, is one of the few deaths I have not and hope to never find out what it's like to feel."

Pleasant, Jack. Maybe you should focus on the topics that Ianto is offering instead. "Mystique," he says, repeating the name and rattling it around his brain a little. "That's quite the name." He can understand wanting a persona as much as anyone, though. His real name isn't Jack Harkness either.