A 51st century man

Reckon I could do some savin’ from Daleks. [She confirmed this with a nod of her own, and then tossed her hair around so that she had an unblocked vision of the Doctor — so she could wink at him.] Never said I wasn’t ready for battle, only need a sword. Even knights don’t need to carry their armour on them all the time!

Alright then. Daleks it is. [He conceded, playing reluctance.] Goin’ need somethin’ stronger than a sword though. [He pointed out, his hand long since dropped from Rose’s shoulder, instead hanging at her side. The Doctor still firmly gripped Jack though, wanting to maintain contact but uncertain what else he could do comfortably.] 

[Jack grinned. They'd need sonic cannons, the lot of them, if they were going up against Daleks (again). Never let it be said that he was the sort of princess that couldn't defend himself from time to time (even if he liked being saved)! But he didn't bother mentioning it, instead just chuckling away at their banter, the apparent reluctance of the Doctor that didn't quite mask how much he was enjoying this, and Rose's face bright with laughter and a little bit pink to boot.]

[She couldn’t help a loud peal of laughter — Captain Princess and sword fighting and all of it, it was just too much for her. God, she loved this.] Oi! Could’ve given me more notice for the sword-fightin’ over Captain Princess, didn’t bring a sword — have you got one of those stashed away in the wardrobe too? [At that point, Rose nudged Jack, grinning over at him.] Quiet, you, your suitors are talkin’. An’ you — [she addressed the Doctor, mock angry;] you’d better watch yourself, I’m not givin’ up so easy!

Captain Princess? Thought you were locked in a tower, ow’d you become Captain a anythin’? [And then the Doctor’s attention was turned back to Rose, though, if they’d bothered to look, he did seem to puff up a bit at Jack’s remark. Peacock.] A good knight is always ready for battle, Rose. [He instructed seriously, throwing in a solemn nod in there.] Sword comes with the armor. [The Doctor confirmed. Looked like he’d have to find a sword of his own. Speaking of.

Hey, hey, who said anything about being locked in a tower? Just 'cause I need saving doesn't mean I'm going to while away my whole life in a musty locked room. I'd go mad! [Jack snorted.] Rose, back me up here. I need saving from Daleks or something, not eternal boredom!

[Rose was elated at the idea — even though she knew he’d never actually do it, the Doctor with his jacket off was practically naked, anyway, for how much smaller and leaner he looked without it on. So, shameless, she let out a whistle, cut short and interrupted by giggles once he shrugged the jacket back on.] Well, so long as I’m a knight an’ I get the girl! Won’t have to fight for the honour, will we?

[He’d certainly gotten the reaction he’d wanted by the look of things, and smirked enough to let them know that. The Doctor’d stepped back forward in order to restore their skewed circle, though with Jack leaning on Rose it had little effect.] Leave some air for the rest of us, will you? An’ yeah, not goin’ ta go an’ marry below my rank. Princess it is. [He leaned past Rose in order to give Jack a congratulatory pat.]

That's Captain Princess to you! [Jack eased up on leaning against Rose to poke the Doctor in the chest, still occasionally giggling. His eyes glittered at the mention of a sword fight.] Oooh, now I've got two gorgeous people fighting for my hand, I am loving this. I think I've come out of this on top, haven't I?

[One look at the Captain’s latest outfit and:]

Aww, Doc, but I couldn't resist!

He almost leaped out of his skin in surprise. The truth was he couldn’t sleep well, not anymore. Not since he’d first met the Doctor. But that wasn’t something he ever planned on sharing with anyone so instead he wracked his brain for a believable lie.

Jack shrugged. "Same old. Sleep doesn't like me, I don't like her. Dunno why sleep's a lady, but it'll have to be the only one I can't charm." He rolled his neck and put an arm around the top of Mickey's shoulders, halfway between threatening a headlock and a friendly hug.

OH NO I'm having another character analysis moment.

Andromeda had also not been particularly attentive about where she was walking, her concentration focused mainly on her own phone as she worked to pinpoint a vehicle she had placed a tracking device on earlier in the day. When the man made contact with her she fell rather hard on her backside in the attempt to not drop her phone. She winced from her position on the ground and reached up to take the hand that was offered to her.

"I am really sorry," he said sincerely. He helped the stranger to her feet, giving her a smile. "I should look where I'm going. I hope you're not hurt."

Here her eyebrows quirk, right into little v, half down and up again as her smile turns a little wrought. She is, admittedly, not entirely unamused, but by the Lord was that cheap. And she isn’t.  " Yeah, ” She gives, in low and breathy annoyance, and then turns herself into the seat opposite him rather than the one at his side she’d been eyeing. His comment is not, per se, an attempt to get her skirt lifted upon his bed in an hour, but she’s unwilling to take chances. She’s never been loose with strangers. She’s simply always flung herself at any man to treat her nice, extremely eager for affection. Anyone uninvolved with, she’d refused to get horizontal for, but any partner ( all who she genuinely adored for the positive attention given, whether they turned out to honestly like her or not ) needed only push and she would lay, even when in no real mood to. After Lance, she learned. After Lance, she grew more wary. After Lance, she began thinking nobody would come to truly like her, and a man that harbored her no love was not one she’d spread her legs for.  " It’s a lunch café, sunshine. I don’t think they do dessert. “

"Oh, alright, I've gone too far," he backs down easily. "Sorry, sorry."