"Whew," the Doctor whistled. "At least a while. Possibly two."
He set the wriststrap back on the table, although still keeping a hand on it, and wagged a finger at Jack with a bemused smile. "That," he said, "Was smart. Taking the sonic from me. 'Cause you know this-" Holding up the wriststrap, "-is the sort of thing nobody in the universe ought to own? By all rights I should confiscate it. Dismantle it. Make you sit in the corner for being naughty."
His expression, the mocking tone in his voice, ought to have shown that he planned on doing no such thing. Jack was more than thirty times the Doctor's age now. He'd thought about it for less than a minute and the idea was already starting to seem patently ridiculous.
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He set the wriststrap back on the table, although still keeping a hand on it, and wagged a finger at Jack with a bemused smile. "That," he said, "Was smart. Taking the sonic from me. 'Cause you know this-" Holding up the wriststrap, "-is the sort of thing nobody in the universe ought to own? By all rights I should confiscate it. Dismantle it. Make you sit in the corner for being naughty."
His expression, the mocking tone in his voice, ought to have shown that he planned on doing no such thing. Jack was more than thirty times the Doctor's age now. He'd thought about it for less than a minute and the idea was already starting to seem patently ridiculous.