Captain Jack Harkness

Perhaps before this had begun I had been unaware of quite how much I craved it, desired it--a starving man will convince himself that a chunk of stale bread is a feast and make it last as long as he can, will put the thought of feasts and sweetmeats from his mind, and so had I done with this, sustained myself for more than a year on Alexander's memory. To be touched again, with such reverence and desire--I needed it, found myself wanting to repay him for it, with hands and mouth and the movement of my body.