"Oh, I was good, wasn't it?" He preens distractedly as memories of tables drift back. He had wiped so satisfyingly everyone clean.

"I swear all I wanted was the box. The rest is all yours." He scratches both of his hands through his fluff of gray hair before looking around to make sure he hasn't lost his sonic. He finds it on the beside table and flicks it on to be sure. "Fantastic, at least there's that. Why have you got no trousers on?"