"Hrmph! Trust you? My dear boy, why should I trust you," the old man demanded, glaring at Jack from across the console that was almost unrecognizable.
There was something young about him, something not yet destroyed that Jack had seen in his Doctor's eyes so many times; yet, he still couldn't stop himself from the inevitable: his mouth twisted into a smirk, his eyes sparkled, and he flirted, "You know me oh so very well, Doctor. I'm surprised you don't remember."
Another scoffing noise, and the man turned back, twisting a dial that Jack felt as it triggered his Vortex Manipulator, "I would remember you, I'm quite sure," echoed in his brain long after he'd been sent far from this newer TARDIS.
One is quite crotchety at the best of times; Jack can never resist an opportunity
There was something young about him, something not yet destroyed that Jack had seen in his Doctor's eyes so many times; yet, he still couldn't stop himself from the inevitable: his mouth twisted into a smirk, his eyes sparkled, and he flirted, "You know me oh so very well, Doctor. I'm surprised you don't remember."
Another scoffing noise, and the man turned back, twisting a dial that Jack felt as it triggered his Vortex Manipulator, "I would remember you, I'm quite sure," echoed in his brain long after he'd been sent far from this newer TARDIS.