"No? Was that a no? Well, isn't that unfortunate. There's an extra strike penalty so I'm afraid that's actually thirteen," Marcus shot back childishly because he rather hated when people were stubborn like that. And besides, he was very willing to see just what it would take to get the Doctor to actually do it. After five strikes, he was sure he'd have John curled up weeping in pain. Or more he desired to see that at least.

"I will be generous, however. If at any point during the punishment you wish to stop at ten, you're allowed to ask permission to stop and kneel in front of me, swearing yourself. If not, we'll keep going," Marcus moved towards the Doctor, grabbing his coat and forcefully hauling him up and onto his feet. "We will start after lunch. I do love a little afternoon entertainment."