"Would it help in the slightest?"
From the way the boy grinned into the kiss, the Doctor could tell it wouldn't matter a single ion to Turlough. He wouldn't mean it. And, from the way he had refused to do anything that eve with a serious air, he wouldn't even be kidding himself.
This was a game, to him.
Everything's a game when you're young.
When your drawing up to 900
years, you do tend to want things with an earnest nature.
Especially
relationships.
Shifting almost uncomfortably beneath the Trion for a moment, the Doctor reached up to the boy and dew him down, down to his own chest, kissing the space just under his lower jawline tenderly.
For a moment, the ex-school boy stiffened, shuddering before sinking into the Time Lord's arms, passing his hand through the man's hair.
For about four seconds, genuinely happy smile slotted itself into place on the Doctor's face. The reason behind which probably has something to do with the fact it was roughly four seconds before Turlough regained his senses and turned his head, biting at the Doctor's lower lip.
Oh. Tame the savage beast indeed. He had better hopes of taming a floor mop.
"Will it?" Turlough persisted, whispering in his ear before turning attention to the Doctor's stomach. "If I said I loved you?"
After a moment's contemplation, the Time Lord decided, and released his embrace on Turlough, much to the boy's delight, after sighing his answer.
"No."