"Isn't there another way?"

The Doctor glares at Rose. "'S what he deserves."

Jack kneels in front of the outraged Time Lord. Cold air flows across his naked flesh.

The Doctor points at the floor. "You can't do it in that position. All the way down."

Better not aggravate him further, Jack decides, and sprawls face down on the tile. He holds his breath, muscles taut and straining. "Almost.... yesss!"

The Doctor grabs the sonic screwdriver from Jack's hand. "Next time you want to play in the shower, bring your own toy. An' check that the grate is in place."