The effort to differentiate between them was appreciated. The Doctor wasn't ready to think of himself as another man. He wasn't ready to think of the eleventh him in any capacity whatsoever. He hadn't changed, and he wasn't going to, not if he could help it. Still ... at least there was saving of the Earth involved in his next life. He liked saving the Earth. Earth was as near to home for him now as could be had.
"Tea!" he exclaimed when Amy brought it up, relieved to have neutral ground to tread once again. "Yes! Precisely what I need after rattling my skull against the floor grates, and a good way to welcome someone, wouldn't you say? Kitchen's just this way. I could do with a banana, too, while we're at it. Are you hungry?"