"Did you really like it?"
Sarah looked at the Doctor with a confused expression. "Pardon?" she asked.
The two had just left Karn. Morbius had fallen to his death, the Sisterhood of the Flame had their scource of immortal life back, and the Doctor got to leave with a wonderfully explosive exit.
So, what was bothering him? He had been seeming a little gloomy for the past few minutes, and it had distrubed Sarah.
"Did you really like it?" he asked again.
"… Did I really like what?"
"Back in Solon's castle, when I said I had had several heads, I mentioned my preceeding grey model. You said that you liked it."
Sarah stared at him. "… and?"
"Well do you like it more than this one?" he asked, grabbing a handfull of curls and holding them in the air.
Sarah groaned. "I simply meant I liked it while it lasted. I mean, you're the same person, so…"
"But isn't brown and fluffy better than grey and… attempting to be fluffy?" the Doctor interrupted.
"Look, I like you just the way you are mister," Sarah said, grabbing his scarf and playfully smacking his face with it.
He grinned. "So you still prefer me as I am now?"
She smiled; she could tell he wasn't really upset. He just wanted an excuse to bug her.
"I prefer as you are now," she comfirmed.
His grin grew. "Good… grey was so 1974 anyway."