He should mind his own business, but that lesson never really sinks in with the Doctor. It's been a lifetime - several of them - of putting his nose in at the wrong place that yields good results most of the time. A simple fact of the matter... He likes Queen Anne. He's always thought from their first conversation that above anything, she could use a friend, because Lord knows her barbs could quite easily cut off those without thicker skins.

"Work, no. Volunteer, yes." He would never take payment and would never call it work, because then it becomes boring and mundane. "Sometimes in the castle if required, I tend to pop in at least once a week for fresh supplies." He flashes an easy, quick smile. "The horse outside the church is yours then, I take it."