"Perhaps as long as mine," Jack replied easily, shrugging out of the greatcoat and laying it over an adjacent barstool. "Do tell, though, how long is long? From one military man to another... so to speak." Jack signalled the barkeeper, nodding in the woman's direction. "Whatever she wants and a water."
Smiling suddenly, Jack took the offered hand and shook it. A woman after his own heart. "Captain Jack Harkness," he replied, turning her hand over and quickly kissing the back of her hand. "Pleasure."