Tempus smiled but not because he was happy. It was based on a gut instinct and a bad feeling. And those usually followed when she was around. "So are you truly independent? Are you truly free?" he asked her. The words truly did carry more weight than might have been clear. "Is it strange going through life without having someone telling you what to do? Or did you ever really do what you were told in the first place?" he asked.
When she tapped the end of his nose, he frowned. Wriggling his nose, he rubbed it with the back of his hand out of irritation. "Oi! I'm not a dog" he said like a huffy child. "Well then you're in for a bit of a surprise then" he said. "Because this TARDIS controls herself... Oh, I've given her maps and charts, things she needs but she's not supposed to be here and she is in pain. We can't just take her where we want to, so unless you have any brilliant plans you are stuck here like the rest of us" he paused and smiled. "Didn't see that coming, eh?" he asked, a glimmer in his eyes.