Of course he was a little startled; wasn't like the Doctor had made a habit lately of being kind to his Cajun. No, he'd kicked and swatted and bit his Cajun. Repeatedly.
"Yes." That was the short answer. That was what they'd say. "That you're too young. That you don't know the first thing about what you're getting yourself into. That you're dangerous." That was just for starters, wait until Nine dug his claws in. Nine would mention how John Smith would only destroy you, just like he destroyed everything else.
How the Doctor had managed all that so nonchallantly was a credit to his acting. He'd fought with them about you, Remy. Perhaps not as a lover but as a friend. He had, until he let despair get the better of him.
"They'd only be saying all the same things I've already told myself."