Clara was a bit surprised by his reaction and do something to calm herself, she leant down to retrieve The Doctor's fork from where it fell after he threw it. "I don't need to go back. I have all the credit. They didn't give me the pieces of paper." Placing a hand on his again, Clara continued, but her tone a bit softer as to calm him down a little. "In my heart I have those degrees, and in my knowledge. I don't need a sticking piece of paper to tell me what I know. I'm okay with is. Really."
She smiled warmly, her hand rubbing his sweetly. "They were in English and Art. And I do not wish for more education. I've learned so much more being with you than I could ever learn in a classroom," she cooed.
"I'm happy right where I am. But you know what would make me absolutely enthralled?" she asked with a tilt of her head.