That was a bold and uncalled for accusation if he'd ever heard one! He was over nine hundred years old, not a nervous school boy on his first date to the theater--he didn't squirm! Certainly not at two actors on a screen . . acting! He blew air between his lips and practically huffed at the comment of pins and needles. The Doctor might have made an attempt at a comeback were he not so easily distracted by the prospect of settling in and watching a compelling film about colorful, animated marine life.
“Oh, that one's brilliant! Good choice. Little Nemo and his wee fin, set out for adventure in the great blue sea, such a courageous little clown fish. Sort of like you, but without the wee fin, and you're not a non-tetrapod chordate last I checked. Oh, and Dory! Loved Dory, cleverest of them all, that one, and always the least expected,” he mused, clearly off in his own world of reflection.
Who needed a lampshade when you carried on with yourself that well?