"No, I think the time for lies is well over," he assures her, his hands folded in his lap as he offers her a polite smile. "Lovely choice, the TARDIS hasn't lost her touch, now has she?" he praises fondly. "Though, she is rather terrible about not giving me a fez when I ask for it. I think she's well aware how short a time it would last, given the predilection of my companions to shoot hats off my head," he scowls.