"Oh do have one. You did an excellent job and you need to wash that thought out of your mind." He winced (though the painkillers were vaguely kicking in) and scrunched back more into his loaned pillow that was so comfortable it might be difficult to squirm out of his possession.

"Between that, my older self brutalizing people, and Rassilon sounding as if he should be an operator for a tawdry phone line I don't know what to think this week." His brows climbed up high at the observation of Rassilon, because that was simply wrong.