I'm not one of the fun ones, [ the Doctor remarked, with a little shrug. He knows he's not like Ten or Eleven, who can just charm their way to anybody they meet. He'd good at being grumpy and good at being cross and not that good at things like 'sympathy' and 'being the good cop.'

The Doctor frowns for a moment, before continuing. ] I don't know if you know this me, but I'm more like the tall one with the frills than anything else.

[ At least, in his mind he's more like the Third Doctor than anyone else. He'd like to be more like the Third Doctor than anyone else, that penchant for velvet had to come from somewhere. ]