"Truly? Dalek is glad. TARDIS deserves good things. TARDIS is happy, D-- I hope."
He breathed out a nervous breath, smiling faintly. It was a new, and untried expression, really.
"Dalek is well. Dalek is sometimes lonely, and annoyed at human politics, but... Dalek is okay? And has met other friends as well? But none who... are like Dalek, or understand D-- me."
He felt an intensity in himself, and his eyes showed it, perhaps, as he looked at her.