I love you, Rassilon.
[He sighs, but rolls his eyes and gives her a smile.] I love you, too, my Aleena.
[He wheels his chair around halfway, just to look at the other man.] Doctor. Good evening.
He’s supposed to be my dog, though.
Only if it’s Poodle.
[He can’t help but snort.] But Poodle isn’t something else.
That is my name, sir.
[He sighs.] May I name him something else?
I don’t understand you.
[He huffs a sigh, wheeling his chair around to face them.]
Good evening. May I help you?
Because I liked it.
But he’s not even a poodle.