At that, the Doctor leaned back slightly, giving the TARDIS a rather comical look of alarm. "Well, don't bite me, he told her, shaking his head a little. He laughed, stirring his tea to help it cool down a little. He supposed he did have a bit of an eclectic reputation; it all came with the territory of periodically changing his face and personality - really, everything about himself every so often, he supposed.

He grinned and ducked his head upon noticing Idris' body language, blushing a bit like a schoolboy. "Not always," he insisted, rather like a lad who'd been caught int he act of doing something particularly naughty and was trying to hide the fact that he wasn't the least bit sorry.