But Edgar, what about the stately dignity of the Time Lords? You wouldn't want to mar his stately dignity, would you?

Andrew crashes through a shrub or two before Daine reaches him, too determined and set in his course of action to remember that no, he can't either step over two-foot-high undergrowth or slip through between the branches. He gives her a surprised look, finding himself tugged off course by her meddling. "What, girl, is Timmy down the well?" he asks. "It's that way," he adds, waving his free arm. He doesn't pull away, though, not wanting to injure her teeth.