"Ever thought of tryin' a bowtie?" Clara tugged at his tie as she spoke, frowning a bit in thought. "--Maybe not, ties seem to suit you better." She patted said article of clothing afterwards.
"Well, I did wear one once. Didn't seem to go that well." He contemplated the thought. The Lazarus project. That was so-- freaky for lack of a better term.
"Same reason why I don't wear a tux."
He smiled down at her, "Thanks."














