“Oh no, not at all my good fellow!…I have my picture taken on several occasions…centuries…planets” He continued to grin at Henry, patting him on the shoulder reassuringly; an infectious joviality that had a manner of setting people at ease by lowering their guard or making people think he was a complete idiot. However the Doctor was no idiot, he was more the eccentric genius with a playful childish streak. Once he mentioned his scarf his deep blue eyes lowered to it, lifting it studying the accessory “Ah yes impressive isn’t it? Madame Nostradamus knitted it for me…charming woman and quite the knitter I have to say” Gently he eased a hand out to him, a sizable hand that matched his towering height “I’m the Doctor…”