"I've been on the business end of your stupid decisions, John, so yes, I do think you're that stupid." He grumbled and entered the TARDIS, feeling marginally less frisky than he did when he first entered in that night.

"You should probably take me home, Doctor," he said, leaning against a rail and rubbing the hand he'd struck John with. "Get this bastard to prison where he belongs. I'm sure someone's out there looking for him."