The harshness didn't touch him. "That's right, and you are not la Fata dai Capelli Turchini." His smile widened at the references to the fairy tale, and he wondered how familiar the Doctor was with the narrative. But it didn't matter. Let the Doctor walk away. Weber could have no fondness for anyone in the Emperor's throne. "So please don't try to make me human."

With his too-good hearing, he could hear every moment of the match below. At least they were being polite about it all. He could appreciate that.