Big scarf, huh? Jack tried to picture it, but nothing was coming to mind except comically oversized scarves. He didn't know what to make of the Master's analysis, but for some reason, it didn't really sit well with him. Not that he was mad, really, just maybe a touch jealous. He could also see what the Master was talking about, and more than anything he was saying, that was what upset him the most. He hated agreeing with him.

Jack watched the Doctor nibble on his cone and decided to finish his own off with a couple of bites. "I think we could all do with a bit of waiting. I like my Doctor cute and harmless, and as much as I'd like to see you wet yourself," Jack said, looking straight over at the Master. "I think I'd rather savour that moment instead."