Nope. He thought he was getting it, and then it took a sharp turn in the direction of not getting it at all. He looks back at Iman just as bewildered, before turning a more cautiously baffled look on Callie. "I'm not sure that's what I meant to say at all, mainly because I have no idea what you're talking about. That's what I am, it's, it's all one thing. My people are Time Lords." Kinda. Some of them. Look, none of that would help right now. "It doesn't mean we can't do other things. Time, dimensions, space, telepathy," cosmic bigotry, catastrophic universe damaging wars, genocide, stupid outfits, "Time Lord stuff." He shrugs. "Nothing to get so up in the air about. Is this about the muse thing?" Thing of thing, she sure does like that construction. Wonder what that's about.