"Is it really? That's quite generous of them. You wouldn't find that sort of a drawer on Gallifrey. Anywhere, probably. Well, except where I lived, but I was a rebel."

Without any real conscious thought to it, the Doctor kept his hands in place over his head. There were times to fight back and times to let go, and this was one of them.

Times to let go.

Let go.

That must've been it. The moment he let go of his hatred for his regeneration, the energy that was holding him in place released. It had to have been linked to his conscious thought. Whatever that thing under the water was, it could read minds and oh that feels quite nice.

He let out a quiet moan at the feel of Jack's mouth on his hipbone and thigh. Rambling thoughts in his mind quieted for feeling instead.