He blurts out without stopping himself, "And what if I did mean it like that? And what? I can't offer rides! It's MY Tardis. Well, ours. Mine and Rose."
"Well, I always liked molto bene. Or, well, it always slips in, at any rate." He grins, leaning closer to lower his voice and waggle his brows conspiratorially. "Come on, best mate of mine, I'll show you Jack's secret lair..."