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[sets down various weapons as stolen from Minato's under-the-bed armory. It is worth noting that he's chosen to relax at the bar, and that there is an opened bottle of whisky on the counter]

House fire in Kingston upon Hull, six-year-old boy dead. It's considered an accident.

Ethics in altering the past you know as a fact while back in time: discuss.

[drinks from his glass of whisky]

Or don't.

[and another drink!]

A word, Guv.

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Honest, actually. Nah; the whisky was more for Gene. Did you find tea?

Whenever I'm honest, people say it's rude. And nope! [tosses the bottle, bounces it off his elbow and catches it] Ah well. [slides back over the counter into his seat and sets the bottle down] I wasn't really thirsty anyway.

Then you don't have any tact. [rather impressed by the parlour trick, yes, but he's so not showing it. Or saying it. Doctor doesn't need people to feed his bad habits of showing off!]

[grins and props his head up on the bar] Dunno if you have any, either.

Only for those deserving.

Well now you've just hurt my feelings. Don't think I'll ever recover from that.

I feel horribly guilty about it.

I don't quite believe you. I've been hurt too many times, Sam.

That's what you get for your choice in spouses.

I haven't been married for at least one hundred years, you know.

Well if that doesn't beg for a question...

Ah, well, it was a predestination paradox. History said the princess married a stranger that arrived suddenly to beat out this throne inheritance loophole. And that turned out to be me. Always lovely. She had a wonderful reign.

Did you love her?

Hm? Oh, I suppose so, yeah. She was very interested in astronomy so we had that to talk about. Oh and she made the funniest face at me during the vows. I nearly cracked up. Would've been bad.

[raises an eyebrow; 'I suppose so' is not the proper response to that sort of question]

[plays with the top of a bottle] Humans think of love differently. They have categories for it and certain behaviours and all that attached to each type. It's a bit of a loaded question from you lot. [pauses, then rubs the back of his neck] Sorry, that was a bit rude. I mean I think of it differently than you might.

What's love to you, then?

[runs his finger in a circle around the neck of the bottle] Oooh, loads of things. No categories or types. Just a spectrum of feelings. I love some people more than others. That's all there is to it.

That's a shite answer, Doctor. Try something a bit less avoidant.

Oi, was not! What's this a bottle of, anyway? [flips the bottle over in his hand] Rum? Ah, well. [fishes behind the bar for a glass and pours himself a bit of rum] Hawaii has some fun banana, pineapple and rum drinks, you know. [swirls the rum in the glass] So then, if you're an expert, what's a proper answer about love, eh? Let's hear yours.

No, you apparently know my human definition of love. I want to hear what the Time Lord answer is.

[snorts and sips some rum] Time Lords think all that is beneath them. A fascinating, novel little concept of lower species.

You're a Time Lord.

I never fit in with them, though. I liked passion and love and feeling everything and exploring. In fact, I like most of the things they were against.

So, then, tell me about what love is to you. [a dog with a bone, yes]