"Something like that. I mean, I thought 'Time Lord' just about said it." Jack shrugged, waiting for John to comply. Why was it that whenever he saw him, he just wanted to punch him directly in the jaw? Old habits, he supposed. "You should feel special. You're a special guy, and I wouldn't do this for just anyone. And if you're good, I'll get you some chicken soup sent down later."

He even knelt down to get on John's level, waiting for him to slide over or sit and pout like he had been. "Aren't you getting tired of this?" He asked. "Tired of jail cells, threats of execution, and running away all the time?"