"Yeah, well, I waited 150 before her," the Doctor snapped back. Not that he hadn't almost gotten into that sort of a situation before. Not that he hadn't been in that this-would've-happened-except-something-blew-up once before. But, in general, he lived a long life only on adventures and companionship. It was the way he liked it.

He began to pace the small room. He stopped and looked at Jack, furiously. "And it was only one night."

He paced again. "And I didn't realize this would happen."

Part of him wanted to be very, very excited. The rest of him was utterly petrified.