"Yes, I do. Do as I say and take me home, Doctor.”

"No. I didn't mean what I said! You're not just a stupid human..."

"We'll just keep it a surprise, then! You have the best ideas, Clara."

"…Take me home."

"—you don't mean that."

"Things don’t ‘just come out’, Doctor. Not things like that.”

"I was cross! I say stupid things when I'm cross, don't I? You should know that!"

The Head That Wears The Crown || awarriorandhisbox

"I think you can try. If you were to help us, you would be under our protection." 

"Do you seriously think I am just like the King I took you from?" Her eyes held a hard glare, throwing down the dagger angrily and stalking away from him, before turning around, walking right back. "I would not kill the men who are only following orders of someone so corrupt. However, if they enjoy raping and pillaging, that would be a different story. I want only to protect the ingenuity of my kingdom. To protect my people." 

A hard sigh left her lips. “You are not leaving this cell unless you tell me what I need. I can tell by your eyes you are not a cruel man, that you have regrets when you kill. Then help me save lives.”

"I didn't say you were like the King." He watched her. "You shouldn't kill anyone! I don't agree with the men who enjoy raping your women, but murder is too far. Perhaps a jail sentence..."

He closed his eyes for a moment, lowering his head. "I just can't tell you what you want. Either way I choose, I have to lose. Do I tell you and get killed no matter the lengths you take to protect me? Or do I refuse to tell you and be killed by you?" He sighed.

"If I...if I tell you...let me go. Let me run away." He opened his eyes and looked at her pleadingly. "Tell no one it was me who told you."

"If you didn’t mean it you wouldn’t have said it— you wouldn’t have even been thinking it.”

"I wasn't thinking it! It just...it came out...I swear on both my hearts that I didn't mean it."

     ”—that’s not how that works. A compliment, you see,  Doctor,  is       something nice about someone you know to be true. Tell me I’m       pretty. Or— I don’t know. Tell me that while I have disappointing       breasts,  my  legs  look  better  in  short skirts than a lot of short       girls with big boobs would,”

"Your face is pretty, and your legs are pleasant, and I would bury my face in your tiny, little breasts."

     ”Not after saying I have disappointing ones, no. Give me a        compliment and I’ll think about it,”

        "I'll bet you have lovely areolae."

     ”Oi! Not my fault you picked up a girl with small breasts. Now        you’re stuck with them!”

"If I'm stuck with them, can I touch them?"

"I was just a little cross, I didn't...Clara, I swear..."

She was thankful that he didn’t return the kiss, and after a moment she pulled back, “Will you let me go now?”

"You're so impatient." He released her hand, backing away from her. "I only have one rule and that's not to go in my bedroom. Clear?"

Kidnap/Torture (ish) Sentence Starters

"If you don’t get up, then I’ll make you." “You sure you want to try that, princess?” “I’m sure you don’t need to walk.” “It should be taking effect any moment now.” “But darling, you look much better covered in blood.” “Entertain me with your screams.” “Oh, a biter? Well, I bite back.” “Pull anymore and it’ll snap your neck.” “I am what nightmares are made of.” “Tick tock…Ready to listen?” “Let’s see you talk without that tongue.” “A struggle? I like that.” “If you take one more step!” “An eye for an eye, right?” “And you’ll never know where you are.” “If you let me go I’ll-“ “I don’t wanna die!” “I’ll do anything! Just stop!” “Curiosity might just kill you, kitten.” “Loosen the ropes.. For one minute?” “I think you’ll look even better once I mark you.” “Try to hit me one more time.” “Just wait until my blades get a hold of you.” “You’re here for my pleasure.” “I’ll give you what you want.” “You’ll never see the light of day again.” “I never thought you’d look so good all strung up.” “No. Not there!”

It sickened her to know what she was going to have to do in the name of self-preservation, but there was no other option. “I love you,” she lied, reaching up to his cup his face as she pressed her lips to his.

He didn't kiss back, didn't guide her. He just let her do the work. "You look ill, Clara. Perhaps you should retire to your room.And take a shower...you stink of blood."

She shook her head in disgust, before falling still at his next words. She shut her eyes for a moment, “What happens if… if I kiss you? Will that be it?”

"Yes." His smile slowly began to return. "For now. Just a little kiss and you can roam my TARDIS freely. There's a kitchen, bathrooms, a library, a swimming pool...which will drain if you try to be clever and drown yourself, sweetie." He leaned in close. "Make the kiss a good one. And tell me you love me."

Knowing even that small amount of information about the person the blood had come from made it so much worse, “You’re sick. What did— what did she do to you? Did she even do anything?” She demanded, “No. Take me to my room for all I care, I’m not going to kiss you.”

"She flirted with me and I thought...well, let's show her who I am." He gave a soft chuckle. "I think she liked me cutting her open."

Any amusement on his face fell away at her words. "Fine. You're in your room for twenty-four hours, then. All you've got is a bed, so don't come crying to me when you're hungry or your human functions get in the way."