"That's quite alright, Jack, I don't really like things done easily." The Doctor smiled and while his eyes might be just a bit dulled from how much he'd drunk, there was an undeniable wicked note to his smile that was sharp as a tack. His voice had been drawling just a bit, but that was gone when he spoke now, his tone ever so commanding. It better be, because his arms were starting to tremble and he wasn't sure how much longer he really wanted to hold back anymore.

"So beg."