Jack sat in a state of perplexity for all of 10 seconds (the longest spate he'd had in a while, admittedly). He thrust the reeling thoughts to the back of his mind and scooted himself around cross-legged to watch the soap opera playing out in the hallway.
Only to find it being masterfully defused by his comely compatriot. This one was a winner and no mistake.
A full-on impish grin broke out on his face as he rocked backwards, and gracefully launched himself back up onto his feet. He slipped one arm around the Doctor's waist - no more trying to huff away from this - while his other wandered. "I entrust it to your capable hands." And a butt-slap to punctuate it.