Jack raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" he asked, entirely unamused. "First you say you don't want me looking after you, and now you're acting like a child and basically asking for me to hold you down and wash you like one?" Well, if it got the job done... "You know what? Fine. If you insist on being a child, I'll go ahead and treat you like one."

Jack pushed off the wall and pushed his way into the decontamination chamber, grabbing John by the wrist and began scrubbing his arm. "I'm getting fed up with you. It's not cute, no matter what you might think. It's actually pissing me off."