[All he'd really gotten out of Twelve was 'thousands of years', which even he knew probably wasn't going to be all that helpful, but before he gets a chance to say as much the Doctor's already asking more questions, and all that happens is that he winds up pulling a face again.]

Of course I was. And if he'd not said what he had about what we've done together I'd not have believed him.

[There's a little more to it then that but just then the piece of house that he's clinging to shifts in the water, reminding him of the predicament they're currently in. He's forced to scrabble in order to readjust his grip, and the line of his mouth deepens quite visibly.]

Look, could we worry about that later? If we stay here much longer, we'll wind up being swept right into the lake!