Jack just watched the Doctor for a long moment. He tried to process his words and find a place for them to fit in his mind with what he thought the Doctor thought of him. But he found they didn't, and adjustments had to be made.

He ducked his head down to his chest and couldn't hide his private little smile. Maybe the Doctor didn't hate him completely. That felt nice to think.

"I was just trying to be dramatic," he said with a small smirk, as though that was the real answer to why he let the creature take him. "I've got a reputation to uphold after all."