[It's with a roll of her eyes that she makes her way over to him so she can take the bottle from his hands. Some people might bother with things like glasses. Clara typically might, if this were daytime and he were someone else. She doesn't need to put on an act for him, pretend that everything's okay and she's just fine.

So the bottle is opened and she takes a swig straight from it, shuddering as it goes down.]

You love being a bad influence, and we both know it.

[The coy little smile on her face says she doesn't really mind the fact.]

Besides, this - [She gives the bottle a light shake. He's more than welcome to take it from her for a drink.] Is only until the tea's ready. It gives you time to start telling me about your borrowed body.

[Which sadly, isn't the strangest thing she's said recently. It says a lot that she can talk about his borrowed body without blinking or even seeming uncomfortable with the idea.]