[He can't very well tell the Doctor to feed off the souls of others for an excellent gourmet meal.] If you regenerate due to starvation, I'll never let you live it down. Ever.

[He huffs.] Of course you don't like it. Maybe I did it because you wouldn't like it. [He grins extra wide and his posture changes as he jokingly flutters his eyes.] I think it really bring out my eyes, don't you? [All the power and chaos in his eyes, that is.

He shoves his hands back in his pockets and rolls his eyes.] It's called blending in. [Which neither of them have really cared to do before, but come on, dashing, ominous black clothing has always blended better than whatever the hell the Doctor was romping around in.]