'I don' get my feelings hurt,' he says, automatically.

It's even almost true. Ego bruised, sure. Feelings hurt? Well, sometimes, but he'll never admit it.

He sighs too, turns so his back's against the frame, and crosses his arms.

'If I wanted someone from my own time an' place, I can go and get one. D'you reckon I go through all this with every random bird I wan' t'shag? 'Cos I don't.'

He feels the need to be clear there, seeing as clarity is the order of the day. And in the interests of meeting her halfway, he visibly struggles for a minute, and then adds,

'Might even get that test you want, if it'll make it easier.'