"I thought maybe..." he tilted his head, squinting. "But then hard to tell, really."
Jack reached out and let one finger slide down a leather lapel. "Wasn't really paying that much attention to the clothes, to tell you the truth. But you," he said, leaning in again and smiling, "aren't really the leather type, I think. Something about the eyes-" he looked at this new Doctor through his lashes. "Leather isn't the only brand of dashing out there, you know."