Ah. She must be a Time Agent. Lure him here under the pretense of learning more about his TARDIS. Crafty, crafty little girl she was. And he certainly had to appreciate that. Leaning forward, a smile curving his lips, he propped his own chin on his hand.
"Now, now, darl, don't get ahead of yourself. Ye haven't even told me your name yet," Drax said, offering her a teasing smile and a wink. "There's plenty of time to get on with the business."
Stalling was a good idea. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could put her off the whole thing. The last thing he needed was the Agency getting their hands on Time Lord tech. They were almost as bad as the CIA, and bugger all, everyone knew how much he hated the CIA.