You thought you were getting away, Time Lord? Were you really that daft? Remy stepped back and leaned into the door, smearing his blood on it and keeping it closed behind him. "Wha'? You come cryin' t' me, an' y' make me play kill 'de mons'ers wit' you," Made him. Yeah.. twisted his arm there. "'Den I le' y' drive uh car, an' you ain' go' not'in' t' say? You ain' even gonna yell a' me for lettin' you drive 'dat two ton o' met'l all 'roun' town? Really?"
It didn't dawn on him for a second that the Doctor might not remember any of it.
"You ain' even gonna lec'ure me 'bou' how I can' take care o' de' lil' ones?" He was shocked. Really. He expected quite a long, drawn out speech, and this was all he was getting? He was almost.. disappointed! Or, you know, thrilled beyond all reason. He wasn't sure which yet.