Jack snapped from sleep to waking at the shake on his shoulder, frowning a moment before John spoke. He winced, and moved, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed, stretching sore muscles with a wince.
"Company?" he asked quietly. "Yours or mine?" He pushed off the bed before John had a chance to answer, starting to unbuckle the cuffs from his wrists, heading for the still-open wardrobe.
Downstairs, the Master stepped in after Jamie, scanning the hallway automatically, his attention caught by a crumpled pile of fabric behind the door as he shut it. He deliberately looked away, not wanting to know if it was just a jacket tossed aside because Jack was too drunk to want the extra layer, or something else.