"I noticed it, I do admire it in you," Marcus confessed as he reached out and grasped the Doctor's arm, helping him to sit up without accidentally pulling his skin off the back. The last thing he needed was blood everywhere. The Doctor had impressed him, taking his punishment so boldly. And maybe it was all the wine talking but he was awfully attractive when all hurt and subdued. A great improvement on that rambling moron. Though he did rather like his fanciful tales that made zero sense.

"That's why you get to live. You're the sort of man I like and respect. A very rare thing," Marcus hauled himself upright, clambering over the Doctor's unsteady sitting form to get to his bed, dropping onto the plush and pleasant mattress with a contented sigh. "If you're capable of actually moving, you can come on the bed."