[ Well, at least he looks happy, which the Doctor supposes, is the whole point of Christmas in the first place. Leaning back in his seat, cheeks still sticky with sugar, the Doctor crosses his arms thoughtfully. ]

Suppose they had a goblin-y look about them, but they did call themselves the fae. Fae-people, fae-like, maybe goblin-y, not very troll.

[ He shrugs all together. ]

So! What sort of fae makes someone who ought to be put on billboards and that sort of thing, eh? Have you seen yourself?

[ He's beautiful! It's infuriating. ]