Jack echoed the movement of the other Jack, settling into the chair that had once been his usual spot, taking a swallow of the wine, barely pausing to savor it. Not the kindest thing to do with a good port, but...
"Complete his cover?" Jack snorted. "He doesn't need a cover in my universe. He has Torchwood, and Masterworks Industries." He took another, more careful sip of the port, looking up at Jack. "Your Master hasn't been on Earth for a century, has he? Or had you to keep him steady."