Of , course, lying to Clara Oswald, as the Doctor knows from experience, is extremely and utterly not advised. At all. Under any circumstances. But when your options are lying to Clara Oswald or suffering a death glare and possibly a slap (that could rival Jackie Tyler's, mind you) a lie is recommended.
"So?" Clara questioned, snapping the Doctor out of his thoughts, "How does it taste?" she smiled, motioning to the burnt-to-a-crisp souffle.
"Very..." the Doctor paused, chewing on the ashy mess. "It's...a different souffle?" he tried,nodding pathetically.
"You hate it." She said, deflated.
"No!" He said. "I never said that." he scratched his neck. He hoped she would't see through his lie.
"You are chewing. It is a souffle." she explained slowly, like she was talking to a child.
"Alright." He admitted. "Maybe you aren't the best at making souffles. But you are very good at other things.
"Such as?"
"Being Clara, which you happen to be quite good at."
Clara rolled her eyes. "I don't think being me counts as a talent, Doctor."
The Doctor shook his head with vigor. "It is when then said person is an amazing, phenomenal, smart and beautiful, despite having a funny nose and being oddly short."
"Hey! You have that chin. Don't want to stab me with it!" she retorted.
"Can't, it'd go right over your head."
"Least I don't wear bowties!"
"Least I'm not...Clara!" he sputtered, which just made her laugh.
"I thought you said I was amazing, phenomenal, smart, beautiful and a good kisser." She challenged.
"Well, yes, but - Hey! I never said that part about kissing!"
At that moment, Clara grabbed him and kissed him - and he decided that there something else you need to add to list of things that she was good at.