The Doctor has always been an enigma, even to you, yet he prides himself in how well you know and understand him, even now, as he fiddles away with the controls of the TARDIS happily, muttering incoherently about quantum frequencies and such. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He asks softly, wide hazel green eyes moving to meet yours, he leans against the railing, awkward yet endearing all the same.