"And just because you act like a hyper-hormoned fool doesn't make you an adult, either," the Doctor spat. "That adamantium must have went to your brain." The Doctor was not on low simmer, he was at the stage of full on rolling boil with the water starting to spit over the sides.
"Oh, it's two tenths at the far end, though. I don't go for over simplification." The hole that Logan was referring to was actually the pit down into the tunnels below. The Doctor ignored him.
"At least you're good for something other than your failing wit," the Time Lord barked. Yes, he barked. His jaw was set and currently he was turning in the opposite direction that Logan had headed and was walking out the opposite side of the barn.
He wasn't doing anyone any good right now. At all.