The Doctor smirked. "Yes, of course." He opted not to continue down that thread of conversation, not wanting to push the limits too far. Perhaps another time. Always another time. He frowned, and shook his head.

"Well," he uttered, glancing around. They'd arrived at the living quarters, and the Doctor smiled pleasantly to Gabriel. "I suppose I could offer you a cup of tea. It's fairly easy on the stomach. Unless, of course, you've better things to do than amuse an old man for the evening."