[For a moment, he seems undecided, but then The Doctor raises his chin at a proud, obstinate angle, even as he does as told. Indeed, his slow steps are combined with a steady look that makes the movement seem almost more predatory than compliant. Wary, certainly, but hardly afraid. He draws air in through his nose, and then speaks in a dry, almost bored tone.]
No, I think I can deal with you quite well on my own. I imagine you have some sort of grand plan involving this planet… take over the universe using rocks, perhaps?