"Very easily. I don't put any on." The Doctor rolled his eyes, his hands in his pockets as he eyed the other of him.
"I regenerated into this body three years ago. Nine years, subjective, since I burned Gallifrey. Might be a little more, actually, but the first few months after that are rather fragmented and blurred. Not sure how long it was between... that... and saving the Earth, and Rose, from the Nestene Consciousness."
He sighed, nodding at the rose again. "Now, are you going to tell me what the hell you're doing wearing a rose? It's not as bad as the celery, but I don't recall having a fetish for flowers in the last regeneration."