[For a man who stands six foot tall easily even without the greatcoat, Jack Harkness can be quiet when he wants to be. That 'quiet' part involves right now watching this stranger attack the hotel curtains.]

[He doesn't understand and he doesn't need to. All Jack feels he has to do is appreciate the expanse of bared skin offered to him and wonder what those scars would feel like under his fingers or tongue. Maybe what those tattoos mean.]

[Look, it isn't everyday he gets to see something other than Welsh skin stripped bare for his enjoyment.]

You know, if you're looking for bondage material, I would suggest the sheets torn into strips instead of those curtains. If either part has allergies, it's going to be more sneezing than fun.

[Benefit from the wisdom of Jack Harkness, people.]