"Species is more deadly than the male. Good ole Rudyard Kipling. Great man," I told him. Me knowing phrases apparently is surprising to him. And he gets his creepy smile. Like this:

"I like you. You are a smart cookie, for a teenager. Doctor sure likes his smart women," He mutters still smiling. He flicks a switch. "Hello Doctor? Hi there, got your girl over here! Which outing is this?"
"The first one, but how did you avoid death, more importantly without regeneration?" He asked putting down parts of his going to be weapon.
"Funny story. I lied about the laser screwdriver being tuned to just my biometrics. My dear wife rewinded me after I was Vaderified." he paused trying to gather how to play with his toy. "Well, I like this one. She knows quotes. Quick, Speak Softly..."
"And carry a big stick. Roosevelt," I sighed.
"Which one?" he prompted.
"Teddy. Great great president."
"See Doctor, great girl this one. I think I'll keep her." Master says. My face I see contorts into disgust.
"Let her go. Do what you want with me. Let her go. Her parents don't even know."
"Say my name,"
"LET HER GO!"
"SAY MY NAME DOCTOR!"
"Master, let her go." He whimpers.
"Too Late she's mine!" he shouts cutting the link.
"Wait didn't you say you had a wife?" I asked him.
"Yeah, but I shot her after she killed me and woke me back up." He mutters leading me to an area that overlooks the futuristic Colosseum and got ready to announce the opening of bets. I started wincing and grabbing my head. I laid down and got into fetal position.
"It hurts. It burns. It's too loud. Get the Doctor."
"He's not an actual doctor you know that right?" He asks. I glare at him. "Wait, what's too loud?" I begin to tap. V in morse code, over and over. His eyes go wide. He flips a similar switch and the Doctor is onscreen again. "You pick them don't you? You pick the odd ones. Congratulations, you've found our love child."
"What?!" the Doctor shouts.
"She hears the Drums. She's beating them out. Wait I better check something." He grabs his Laser Screwdriver. He scans me. "Yup, definitely our Love Child. She's a Time Lord. Time Lady. Time Teen. Oooh. When I was dying did you accidentally, you know...? Our other not so fun way...?" He asked the Doctor.
"Oh no. I think I did. I accidentally got you pregnant. Then you died, and she was hurled back oooh sixteen years, because of the unwinding of time. Great."