Oh, thank God. He leaning into the kiss greedily. He was being, was about to be, a bit of needy bastard, and he knew it. Soaking up and leaning on that solid, warm, unending life that flowed through Jack. Beginning to feel better already.
He eventually broke off, and murmured, "Step into my TARDIS, Captain. And we'll have ourselves a nice little chat. You can tell why you stopped by. If you have a particular reason."