[Where Descry was from, mind-reading the way he did it was considered a myth. Where Descry was from, sorcerers were too arrogant, too secular, to ever accept the possibility of someone who had access to their every thought. Where Descry was from, his life depended on no one knowing what he could do. Or at least it had, until he'd been killed for that very reason.

[Which is why the Doctor's words make all the blood drain out of Descry's face. Because the Doctor knows somehow, he knows, and his thoughts spin too fast and in too many directions for Descry to dare trying to read him at all. Even still, when the redhead answers his voice is steady.]

Believe me, if I had the choice I wouldn't be 'nosing' around at all. Unfortunately, I don't.

[A beat, almost as if Descry is finished, and then he asks almost plaintively:]

I don't suppose you could try to not think so fast?