The Doctor's eyes narrow and he stares at Narvin. It would only be a matter of time until he was made, he knew that. Still, he thought he'd be able to go a little longer. His head tilted to the side and he stared at Narvin. "Yes, well, you didn't have to give them to me. You scream not of this time. Have you ever thought of trying to blend in?"
Pulling back, he frowned, trying to think who pulled him here. "The Rift does like to play with people. Maybe if you're really nice, I'll take you back. The word is please."
The Doctor didn't like people talking about Earth in a bad way. "A lot of other worlds will wreak havoc on the universe and our precious Gallifrey. Earth had nothing to do with it."