The Doctor smirked, "Stay here," he ordered and left the console room. When he returned, he was cleaned up, his trousers zipped and a warm, wet flannel in hand. "Hold still," he said softly, gently cleaning the drying, sticky mess that covered jack. Then he turned him around and did the same to his arse.

Looking around, he shrugged and just tossed the flannel into a nearby bin. "You're sure you're alright," the Doctor asked, picking up pieces of Jack's clothing and handing them to him. "I suppose next time we could try the bed or something with less sharp objects about," he said, smiling.