Jack dropped his hand. "Do you two actually need me for anything, or can I leave you to your foreplay?"
He was exhausted. He hadn't realized just how much until he popped up from being dead again, but he'd been killed countless times for the Master, gone back home, come here, and since he'd been here he'd been screwed twice - ha - by laser screwdriver, and killed by a vampire. He was just about to get hysterical.