I had a very big lunch. *He gestures to the large pile of bones.* Between the torturers and the victims that were beyond saving I don't think I'll be needing dinner. Especially if you let me keep the leftovers.
*Without bothering to wait for a response, he starts shoving things into his pockets. Once he's got everything he heads back to the TARDIS, flopping into a chair.*
Mmm, I feel good. Much less stressed, and my head is nice and quiet. I wish I could share it with you, Doctor. I wish you knew how it feels to sate the drums for a little while, it is so good!