"Oh don't I just want to ask you questions I know I shouldn't," Paul commented, trying to convince himself to behave. "Oh, here you go." He gave the phone back to her and then tilted his head as all these incredible thoughts and half-formed ideas raced through his mind. Being in a band because he wanted something unusual from life, Paul would never have expected himself to be having this conversation which was like something from science fiction. His eyes strayed in the direction of the TARDIS and then he looked at Clarice again.
"The state of music in the future sounds dreadful," he agreed and then brightened up. "At least you're here in the sixties, aren't you now? Want to meet the mates?"