Initially, Dottore had been displeased with himself. You were meant to be a test subject. How could he allow himself to grow so obsessed?

Having finished his experiments regarding the special characteristics of your blood, he didn’t need you anymore. He should’ve discarded you.

But Dottore found that you were still valuable, in other ways. After all, he still didn’t understand what made you so appealing to him. He didn’t entirely understand the reason behind his interest.

“Fascinating.”

Having just put you through an hour of mental torture, Dottore expected you to be compliant, or at least scared enough to give in to him.

Yet here you were, giving him that look he was familiar with. The look of hate on your face. It was impressive how he hadn’t managed to break you yet. Dottore loved it. He loved you, in his own way.

He wasn’t surprised that his prediction had once again been wrong.