The Key
“If you could see yourself now, baby; the tables have turned,” John Hart sneered.
“This is your fault,” Jack choked out.
“Don't point your finger at me, Captain Jack Harkness,” John warned. “I’ve got your number. But so does every kiss-and-tell who dares to cross your threshold. There have been hundreds, maybe thousands, haven’t there?”
He stood back, hands on hips, biting back his laughter as Jack struggled, coughing.
“Is it my fault not one of them taught you how to hide a key down your throat properly? Amateurs.”
"Just shut up and show me how to get... it... out."
“This is your fault,” Jack choked out.
“Don't point your finger at me, Captain Jack Harkness,” John warned. “I’ve got your number. But so does every kiss-and-tell who dares to cross your threshold. There have been hundreds, maybe thousands, haven’t there?”
He stood back, hands on hips, biting back his laughter as Jack struggled, coughing.
“Is it my fault not one of them taught you how to hide a key down your throat properly? Amateurs.”
"Just shut up and show me how to get... it... out."