Frowning at his reflection in the mirror, the Doctor stroked his chin thoughtfully. His new face was so young! Was anyone ever going to take him seriously looking like this?
“Maybe I could grow a beard,” he murmured. A beard might give him an air of authority this smooth-cheeked baby face didn’t have. A beard would be… distinguished. How long would it take to grow one? Did it matter? He was a Time Lord. Time was hardly a problem.
The itching was, however. How did people stand it? One week and he shaved it off; beards were too much trouble.