He could feel The Doctor's glance on his skin. He turned his head blindly.

You were thinking of me. Thinking of ways to trap me? Musing over my show of weakness? It gnaws at me. So much easier this way. No stumbling over the words left unspoken, just purity.

But the bond worked both ways. Though his emotions were buried under layers of denial it still bled through... he was nervous. The uncertainty gnawed at him, and his greedy mind wanted it gone.