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This place is complete bullshit. Every time I try using this crap 'technology' it up and breaks like the useless junk it is. And if one more bloke tries copping a feel of my arse, I'm locking the whole bloody city up. You hear me, brat? You're whole bloody city, nicked. Don't think I won't.

And Tyler. You and I need to talk.

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[eyes him] What's your interest in Tyler, anyway?

Hitting always works.

[raises eyebrows]

I like him.

Eventually, I suppose, in one way or another.

[narrows his eyes] He's not a faerie.

[just grunts in agreement]

[blinks, then laughs]

I'm not interested in that way, Mr. Hunt. Only as a friend.

[the amused smile lingers; it's okay Gene, he won't steal your boyfriend]

...right. Doesn't change the fact you're shagging that Frenchie bastard. I don't trust either of you.

[the smile fades, abruptly, and he stares]

I'm what?

Shagging the Frenchie? Knocking hips with the bloke? Boffing like bum bandits?

[a faint scowl]

Yes, I know what you mean, I've simply no idea how you came to that conclusion. You've not seen us interact before or after he brought you to my TARDIS.

[makes a face] You seem to like the bastard. Figured that's the only reason you would.

[shakes his head, the smile returning]

Have you ever heard the phrase 'keep your friends close, and your enemies closer'?

If by closer, you mean in a holding cell at CID, then sure, I do just that.

Some people can't be held in cells, Mr. Hunt.

[frowns, pulling out a cig] I know. I did business that way, once. Don't fancy going back to that style of policing.

[quietly]

I'm glad to hear it.

[a wry smile]

But I'm not a police officer.

[looks him up and down, eyebrow quirked] So I've noticed.

[faint chuckle]

What gave it away?

You don't hold yourself like a copper. Don't got the presence. [shrugs] The uniform gives it away, too. The hell plays cricket, really? Football's the only sport worth playin'. Cricket's for nancies.

No, I don't. That's rather the point, really.

[now he grins, eyes glinting]

They call it the gentleman's game. Generally, as an enthusiast, I'm either respected or underestimated.

I don't much care for hiding. Pussy footing around is for pansies. I'm a copper and proud of it -- undercover's one thing, but you still got that air when you're a copper. Don't think you've got what it takes.

[snorts] 's still boring a hell.

Discretion is the better part of valour.

[a slight shrug, before his entire demeanour changes in an instant - gone is the polite patrician, and in his place a man with hard features and old eyes, with a posture of confidence and vigilance; his voice is lower, sharper]

I've downed my fair share of enemies, you know. Some of them reached a prison. Some of them didn't.

Not where I come from.

[frowns, cause wow, change. and now Gene's actually taking you seriously, Doctor] That so? So what, think you can clean up the scum on your own?

[the Doctor smirks, not at all smugly, really]

Well. Not entirely, but I do tend to lead the force, on way or another.

[a wry, harsh laugh]

I don't like violence, really, but I'm good at it all the same.

[sniffs, giving him another once over] So long as you keep it away from here, I don't give a damn what you're good at.

[raises an eyebrow]

I don't go about hurting innocent people, Mr. Hunt. I'm not the Master.

[gives him a long look] Then why haven't you taken care of him, yet? If you can't, I'd be happy to.