Dottore was frustrated. He had run out of test subjects, having concluded just about all the experiments he possibly could. He was in dire need of new material.

Well, there was you. You were from another world. Dottore was dying to research you. But he most definitely wasn’t allowed. You were a Fatui Harbinger, out of bounds.

“Don’t be like that. I’m sure we could make a deal, no?”

He knew he couldn’t force anything on you. The Tsaritsa wouldn’t approve. Not to mention, you were strong. But Dottore desperately needed something to satiate his boredom.

Maybe it was all an excuse just to spend time with you. Learn about you, who hardly ever spoke about yourself, as if you had something to hide. The research was just a bonus. You were what he really wanted.

Dottore wouldn’t stop persisting, even if it was a little obsessive. He didn’t mind begging, for you.