"Oh, so god forbid I even flirt with someone in front of you," the Doctor snapped back. He'd known Jack being sober at that party had been a bad thing from the start. "The bedroom bit? Yes, that's rude. But oh, now I can't even talk to someone, snog someone, dance with someone. You're the one who came to me to end it, Jack. You're the one making promises. Don't throw that back on my head."