"Fuck, ow! You kicked my leg, he kicked me leg!" John clarified very loudly for the sake of the Doctor because seriously, that was very rude and someone should punish Jack for doing it. With an annoyed sigh, he followed on with Jack... not that he had much choice, given that he was pretty much shoving him along the hallway and threatening his injured leg. Proper motivation always worked.

"He does like me, doesn't he? I can tell. Well, he does and he doesn't. I remind him of someone, he said so," John insisted with a smirk, seeming completely unbothered by the threats because hey, would Jack really hurt him around a man he adored and saluted who almost seemed on his side? Hopefully not. "I think it's an ex, personally. Does he have many tigger happy ex's? I bet that's what he's getting. Into the bad boys, is he? How cute."

Worth an ask. He could so use that to his advantage. "Look, if you were going to, you would have. But you didn't. If you want to then stop fucking around do it," John insisted, turning to Jack with a look that almost implored him to act. To do something. Because that would have made sense to him. But one moment Jack was worried, the next he was threatening, he understood violence more than these stupid emotions everyone had. "Go on, do it. Do something. I mean you wanted to before, didn't you? Got time now. Take all my teeth out and toss me in a jail if you hate me that much."