Jack's laugh was just as becoming as that bedroom voice he had, in Chloe's opinion. She liked it when people laughed. It meant there was nothing to worry about. No danger. Just happy people having fun.
"More important?" she asked in mock outrage. "What could ever be more important than reading Jack Harkness a bedtime story?" Chloe smirked with a bit of naughtiness glinting in her eyes as she looked back to him. "But, y'know, if I didn't have all this wood to move wherever it's supposed to go, I might have had time to wash your back. Make sure you were clean...everywhere." She grinned impishly at him.