"Well I won't argue with that, though I do prefer a more considerate approach to personal hygiene," though blowing up the occasional planet tended to be clearing up of a different kind. "And you shall be...Hal!" The Doctor declared with a wry smirk, "though I will stick the Yorke on the end if you're insistent. I'm fairly easy going, so long as there are well defined parameters," which wasn't entirely the case, given that his life was mostly planned minute to minute depending on what hit the fan where and when. The question of Hal's friend was a strange one and it caused him to frown, momentarily, while the cogs of his brain turned quickly, evaluating the risks and consequences. "What the hell," The Doctor finally decided, "it's not like we're in our own world, is it? And I suspect the worst has probably already happened, so why not tell your friend. So long as he won't be disappointed by the lack of green puss and googly eyes," he added with a chuckle. "Who is this friend, anyway. If he's to know about me, perhaps you should tell me a bit about him in return," he suggested. "Fair's fair, and all"
A vampire that didn't feed? Well that was a new one, for sure! It probably wasn't a bad thing, though, given that he was going to be sharing a flat with him. "So... what do you eat? Or is that taboo? Should I avoid the topic of food at all costs, or have you got the whole...hunger...issue dealt with?" The Doctor was quite intrigued by his new housemate, and the more he learned the more questions he wanted to ask, but it seemed the vampire was a bit touchy about the subject of the rota, and he was a bit worried about pushing his luck, particularly after that outburst. "So, I'll look forward to the rota then," he steepled his fingers together, tapping them in sequence as he thought about their situation. "Don't fly off the handle, but, you know, hyperthetically speaking, what would happen if I were, say, too busy to do jobs on the rota?" The Doctor had to ask, because it was unlikely he'd stay in his current state of flux for long, and soon enough would be attempting to get them home, and he didn't see emptying the washing machine anywhere near that on his agenda! "What's a Tom? Is that one of those GPS gadgets? Hate them! Stupid, annoying voices always telling you to go in the wrong direction! I can go wrong all by myself, thank you very much, I don't need the help of a computer to do it either!"