He flicked a quick, ironic glance up at the Doctor's face, then resumed staring at his bruise-splattered skin. As if mesmerised, he reached out a hand and trailed his fingers across the purpling surface of one of the bigger bruises, marvelling at the heat and the thump of the blood under the surface.
"Did a good job on you, didn't I?" he murmured, remorse and exhilaration still battling for dominance. Along with the newly rekindled drums, beating in time with the thud of the Doctor's pulse beneath his fingertips.