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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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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]

[the Doctor knows all about dogs and bones] Love is...being willing to do anything for someone. Giving your life for them... Believing in them and having faith in them. Love means you care about them more than you care about yourself.

Sounds a lot like the normal human definition, Doctor.

Does it? What's your definition of it, Sam?

Love is... it's, uhm... I don't know. I... can't define it. Love's too different every time it is.

[snorts and elbows him] Cheater.

Ow! [abuse hurts more when it's not from Gene, apparently] But I can't! I mean, if I think of the people I love, it's - it's different for them all. But it's still love.

[gives him an amused look] Exactly. It's different for everyone. You love some people a little more or a little less. Maybe you have more faith in others. That's how it is. it'd be perfectly fine if you lot didn't insist on putting things like 'platonic' and 'romantic' and 'in love' and all that.

[looks at him for a moment] ...Have humans been boxing you in about love, then?

[mildly] I suppose sometimes. You just usually have ideas about it. If I love someone, I'm not categorizing it by if I'd snog them or not.

Well, you wouldn't snog your mother, would you? It's a pretty bad definition.

Of course not. The person who counted for that hated me. Most of my family did. So I can't quite do incest anyway.

...Oh. Uh...

[laughs] Time Lords didn't breed like that anyway, Sam. And actually, by the time, ooooh, 2310 hits, your lot are more concerned with breeding with people like Ardwas than with each other. Those sort of definitions change over the years. Love is fluid over time... not that everyone who dances love each other but, well. [shrugs and drinks his rum]

... 'dances'?

You know! [waves his hand, drinking more] Doing what your lot do best.

.... I don't get it.

[raises eyebrow and he feels so awkward saying this] Sex.

Oh. ...That's not what we do best!