[This is just too much, Davros' scornful laughter is in almost full pitch now, echoing across the area.]
The Doctor may give you the illusion of choice, but nothing could be further from the truth! What person could resist the situations he creates, those enchanting first moments of contact with his life? He offers all of time and space, power, imagination, everything! He seeks out those who have nothing, and lures them into his web! And then he molds them into weapons. His precious children of time, spread through all of the universe... Ready to be called on when he needs them for battle.
[He throws a disdainful glance at Amy, his single blue eye almost seeming to throb in his forehead.]
I am what I am. Old? Certainly. But I present myself to those before me, as I am. The Doctor is countless centuries older than I, and yet... He is respected and loved by the young. Because he chooses to appear young, he lies, makes it easy for you... He dotes on you. I have no interest in seducing your attention.
[He snaps out the last part, his arm twitching as if to attention.]