Jack was in serious pain. Just because he couldn't die didn't mean he ignored all the pain right up until that point. But letting her know that was another story all together. Jack gritted his jaw, fixing her with a glare.
The Master had done worse.
"Dahlia, eh?" Jack asked, curling his incured hand up the moment she sliced off a fingertip. He grunted, eyes watering, but still said nothing. "Usually I manage to piss someone off before I wind up like this. Or, at least, I get bought dinner."