Then The Doctor gets a look on his face, one that anyone who was once a child remembers well from dinners when forced to eat lima beans. Or creamed spinach.
"Why should you be any more at fault than...Nightwing? Or......anyone?"
And finally he whispers. "Or me."
That over, his face breaks open in a grin. "So, come back to the TARDIS, a'right? She's been missin ya, wants to set ya up in a new room. Possibly one with a bed this time."