"I am trying," he whispered back to her. "I can't help it if even when I try I still hate him."
He glanced between the Doctor and the Rani, his glass coming back to his lips. He had to admit, he wasn't happy about this arrangement. His lover and his enemy playing nicely. He refused to play happy families with them, he didn't want that. He'd be civil of course, but only really because he thought the sooner he played nice, the sooner the Doctor would leave.