[Well. He was right on one account. Mostly. Not truly immortal.]
Go a’ead. [The Doctor invited, swinging an arm towards the table, stepping up to lean against it languidly.]
[All to be discovered, in good time. Rest assured.]
If you insist.
[He placed the cue ball on the table, lifting his stick and resting it on his hand. He'd done this plenty of times before, though not with anyone making such claims in a number of years. Made for an interesting game. Pulling the cue stick back, Samuel hit the cue ball, watching with satisfaction as it hit the triangle of balls with a loud crack.]
















