"Only one Jack Harkness," he agreed before pausing. "No, scratch that. Several Jack Harknesses, but only one of me." He winked at John, not reading into his pout. He'd known the man for years and using sex and sexuality against anyone was one of Hart's big MOs. Jack wasn't falling for that love stuff either.

John had lied so often to so many people that it meant very little anymore.

"Food," Jack said cheerfully, heading back into the penthouse. "What did you end up ordering, Yan?"