Blon Fel Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen felt frustration well up inside her. The Doctor was too smart, too knowing; every move she made he countered effortlessly, thwarting her again and again until she wanted to scream, but somehow she restrained herself.
She smiled politely, pretended to be enjoying herself as they ate their meal.
It wouldn’t do for the humans in this restaurant to think she and the Doctor were anything other than two perfectly ordinary people having dinner together, even though nothing could be further from the truth.
This was a battle of wills, and the Doctor had her snookered.