"Well, then, you do have some spirit in you, don't you?" Sorry, Amy, he was from the fifties, originally. He delighted in her way and smiled.

"I would be interested in hearing those stories, though I imagine they would give me a headache." He chuckled, and raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, then, that is something to be rather proud of, isn't it. Not a bad thing. Not at all. Would you like to say hello to Her? My Tardis, that is."

He chuckled. "Or maybe is the life of someone who belongs to a race who stole my work." His grin was shrewd, and not a little intrigued.