“Have fun here last night?”
Jack knew, and Owen knew he knew. Not that Jack’s “reprimand” had that much force behind it. More like Jack wanting to know why Owen hadn’t invited him to participate.
Hard to convince Harkness that a late night stiffie was best handled with a quick wank. Not every erection required foreplay, flavoured lube, and references to at least one past lover.
But how did he know? Owen had avoided the cameras and used a piece of alien tech to muffle the speakers.
He’d been alone with the mice and they weren’t talking.
Or were they?