"I had several. Don't even want to know where they got my number! Not to mention the offer for the bed! She said she wanted to sleep somewhere I'd slept. Lonely Assassins and Vashda Nerada have nothing on that woman."

That sort of a grin, that was something he'd missed since the flat back on Cardiff. A real, genuine Jack grin. Before he could stop himself, he found he was saying exactly that. "See, that's what I missed. Smiles like that, we need more smiles like that from you."

He found himself feeling suddenly terribly embarrassed by that admission. "That's not the sort of thing I say," he said. "It's the sort of thing that ends up thought not said, and I'm saying these things anyway. Fairly embarrassing, actually."