Jack, despite appearances, didn't make a habit of one night stands. That said, he wasn't adverse to it with the right person, and specifically with the right person that sparked him in the right way. Still, one night stand sounded so clinical, didn't it?

He really wasn't the clinical type.

He was more about enjoying an experience, and, if possible? He'd always stay for breakfast.

There, was of course, quite a lot to learn from this woman with the soft kisses and the delicate curves. She was curious, and apparently temporarily displaced. Really, it was like a laundry list of 'things that would attract Jack Harkness'.

But that? Well, that could wait for breakfast.

And so, he slipped his hand delicately around her waist, his fingers pressed in against the fabric of her blouse, and he whispered.

"Why don't we go somewhere more comfortable?"