Asahi bites the Eldest on the shoulder as hard as he can. If this doesn't wake him, nothing will.
He barely reacted to the bite.
Il Dottore had been in many a scuffle and, unfortunately, suffered many a wound. It hadn't happened in a long, long while, but he also wasn't expecting the Sixth to develop such a feral attitude.
So while the bite hurt, and Dottore initially flinched at the pain, he didn't respond. Instead, he pried Scaramouche off of his shoulder, roughly holding him by his throat.
"You're desperate today," Dottore mused, tightening his grip on Scaramouche's neck ever so slightly. "I thought you would have appreciated the day off from our experiments, but if you're so eager to get more work done..."
Yes, that was a threat.

















