"Yes, I know." Ten whispers, "Even if some of us believe that is possible." Ahem, Lady Me.

Oh goodness Jack you sound exactly like Harriet Jones on the day Ten woke up from regenerating and you're getting that kind of stare too. Which isn't really a good stare.

There's silence when the question is asked and Ten's critical face slowly melts, "No." He states with a whisper.

Then pats with his left hand on the stool next to him and orders a re-fill on his wine.

"So -questions?" Stating with a large grin.