"Yeah, bu' you stuck here." He replied more firmly, even as the Time Lord grabbed hold and shook. He shifted a foot out and pressed in more closely to still those hands. "You ain' go' y' big blue box. You ain' go' none 'dat here." Sorry, Doctor. Remy was leaning his head forward, tilting it to bring his mouth in against the skin of your neck. "Why can' you jus' be wit' me here? Now. An' when 'dis all over, y' g'wan t' your big blue box, an' fly off. Y' won' be chaine' t' me no more. An' you won' never have t' t'ink o' me 'gain."
Even though you would, and he knew you would. "She woul'n' wan' y' to be miserable, woul' she? Woul'n' wan' ya pushin' 'way uh good thin'. She'd wan' y' to be happy, oui?"