He feints right out of the conversation with that wearily glorious declaration, complete with a handkerchief (black with a red embroidered M of course) that he places against his brow.
Ever the longsuffering wife, the Doctor rolls her eyes and snatches the handkerchief right out of his hands.
“You should see it when he’s been up all night obsessing over some project. Poor bastard looks like he’s never even heard of a comb.”
“OI, Goose! Nobody ASKED you!”
It’s a wonder he didn’t fall off balance when his wickedly knowing wife interrupted his ridiculous swoon.
Icarus 