"It's really alright," the Doctor promised, dragging a hand through his hair. "I'm not... I'm not trying to upbraid you. I'm just trying to explain- you see he's just being an arse for the sake of being an arse. It's not worth you being bothered, and it just feeds his ego."

His hand made a second pass through his hair, leaving it sticking out at rather comically odd angles.

"And I did mean that. Y'know, we've half a dozen geniuses and more than a few handfuls of supernaturals here, but really only one Cayce Pollard. This place needs you."