𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟

What? River?

[He notices the way Clara threads through his fluffy hair. It’s the sort of hair that doesn’t require a hat (unless you want the Doctor looking like some deranged Scottie dog). And he’ll be damned if he succumbs to the temptations of his past self.

Either way, when Clara drops her hand down, he starts leading the way back to her room.]

Time’s have changed, Clara. Not in this economy. I’m just a simple stay at home husband, making things are tidy and bandit-free.

[A beat.]

Now—I’ll tell you what I’ve found after you’ve gone to bed.