"Punch you? Do I look like I want to bruise my hand?" There, maybe a joke would lighten the mood again, at least end the spiral of guilt he was on. Besides, Jack was almost dressed now, that should make this a bit less dangerous. One never knew when he might decide to just drop the towel and that would most definitely be awkward.

"If there's anything you need, just... You know, let me know. Or tell the TARDIS, I think the old girl has a crush on you anyway."