"Oh, bollocks," says Handy, displaying considerably less delicacy. He tugs, feeling his face flush (and since when can ponies blush?), and avoids looking at the Doctor. While Daine just grabbing his face is more than a little awkward, he still feels a rush of gratitude owing to the fact that she at least doesn't laugh.

He sucks in a breath, wishing he could disappear. "Yeah, I'm ready."