With a dark brown being raised, a skeptical look was given to Sarah-Jane, still with a hint of amusement glittering in those blue eyes of his as Jack propped himself up on an elbow, "I think your definition of reason may differ greatly from my own."

He eyed the pastry plate again before mentally slapping himself, noting that now was not the time to be gorging himself . His body was a temple and all that.

"Though if I'm promised a kiss at the end of the night, that may be enough of a reward for now. Because, let's face it, by the time I'm done avoiding all your questions, I'll be lucky to get more than a slap tonight, am I right?" A grin and a chuckle seemed to prove the outcome of a slap wouldn't phase him in the slightest.