Didn't sound like a real name but it was real enough to not have to call him doctor every time they greeted each other. John was an interesting man too, he didn't need him getting bleeding to death accidentally from a whipping so the less he got hit, probably the better. His newest torturer always hit a little harder than needed. With a deep frown, he tried to recall if he knew of Gaul.

But he didn't want to seem ignorant so he merely nodded his head, pretending that everything was fine. He'd check later. For whatever reason, he'd never been astounding at the geography of this planet. It did baffle him at times. "Very good, I accept both answers. That's twelve strikes now. Now, I can round it down to an even ten if I must."

Pulling himself to his feet, he smirked playfully as he watched the Doctor. "Get on your knees and swear yourself to me and I'll make it ten. And I'll ask my expert whipper to try not to remove all the skin from your back."