"'Snot all it's cracked up to be you know, the upkeep on a pretty face. Just ask Captain Ego how much work he's had done over the years, and watch him blanch. He'll lie about it. Don't believe a word. Takes a lot of work to look like that. Now, me on the other hand.."
He placed his palm flat over his healing chest wounds. Looking to the Doctor and locking eyes, he stroked down firmly, stopping only when he reached the waistband of his jeans. He shuddered as he did so, his eyelids fluttering with the right edge of pain, his smile looking blissed out. "I think I look a lot hotter messed up. Scars are sexy, or so the survey says. What d'you reckon?" Absolutely playing with the Doctor.