Not even if it's a very teensy tiny little thing? And I'll only ask once, promise.

I thought. . . I thought you didn't mind me sleeping in your bed if I'm quiet. I've been trying extra hard, Master. I swear I have.

. . . I won't ask to sleep in your bed anymore. I'll just. . . start going home.

I thought you liked cats!

Well if you like cats, and I'm acting like a cat, that should be a good thing.

She's He's everything. just Ten.

This could be us but you don't enjoy cuddling.

Dying or ordering pizza? Those are your only ideas on how to cure boredom?!

Dying or ordering pizza, probably. Miss me?

So. . . you did miss me? Silly, I was teasing you. Either dying or ordering a pizza, only ways to cure boredom. Though, a pizza does sound good right now. You hungry?

Ooo, yes, let's do that. We haven't done that in a long time. Just you, me, and a good meal, eh?

I don't eat weird food! Fine, you owe me a nice dinner date anyway. I'll let you pick the place this time round.

I'll let you lead the way, darling. You can drive too. My TARDIS has been fussy lately, she'd probably land us 100 years too late. . .

The Doctor childishly crinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out at the Master. "She's a lovely machine and you know it."

"And she has every right to," he shot back. He furrowed his brow and stuck his nose up at the other Time Lord. "You're lucky she lets you through the doors at all!"

". . ." A long moment of silence, the Doctor thinking about it. ". . . I'm hungry. Let's go."

That grin was contagious, and the Doctor peered at his companion over his shoulder. He couldn't stop grinning, that crooked grin with the barest hint of the tip of his tongue, a quirk he'd surely picked up from a certain blonde oh so many years ago. "I like being swept away."

Long time, no see @InfamousChild. Did you miss me? Maybe just a teensy tiny bit? I missed you.