Ford sighed. He'd thought it might hurt his feelings? It had been three hundred years ago, so it wasn't was though it was a fresh wound. "I've found they don't mind most of the time," he informed George in a placid tone. "At any rate, they're not half so sensitive about it as living people are." And not a hundredth as sensitive about it as George probably was, judging by the look on his face.

"I'm sorry if he... looked at you mean," Ford said, a little awkwardly. It just sounded like such a ridiculous thing to be upset about that even saying it sounded strange to him. "But there's only two options, really, with a case like this. You talk him through it, or you... escalate," Ford concluded, with a helpless shrug as if to say I don't make the rules.