The Doctor managed to scuffle back a little so he was leaning against a wall; wet, filthy, cold.. but at least it saved him from wriggling about in the dirt.
Doesn't work like that. He rolled his eyes, letting his head bang lightly against the wall in frustration. It wouldn't be Gallifrey, it'd be... well, knowing you it'd be more like a concentration camp.
He had to tell him... he had to ask him to stop him if he became a vampire. He just couldn't quite bear to ask for that kind of favour. Or any favour for that matter.