He acknowledges her words with a brief and barely there nod. It's a little frightening, in a way, to imagine being entirely himself, entirely Captain Jack Harkness. What if she doesn't like what she sees? He can't take it back.

It's a risk. But a risk he's willing to take.

His face seems to change. A little less soft, a little more stern. His back straightens and he stands tall on his knees.

"If Jack's what you want," he smirks, a smirk that turns into a slow grin, so very far away from Jonathan. "Then oh baby, Jack is what you're gonna get."

There's no warning now when he leans into kiss her. It's not like before. It's more open and demanding, strong and forceful. His hand cups the side of her face along her jawline, guiding her into the kiss, his fingers curling around into her hair.

The hand that sits on her hip slinks around her waist and with a firm grip pulls her body close to his, each of her legs either side of his.