This is the Doctor's version of calm and collected. He can thank his lucky stars that the thing under their 'care' seems to be a little... off, or Spike would be seeing a different type of calm and collected altogether.

Skidding to a halt again along with Spike, he stops and gives a raised eyebrow for the look currently being given to him.

"I didn't stop to ask if it had a name, did you?"

He pulls a face and fidgets, beside himself that he would even try it. "Here little..." Emotionless killing monster. "... Cthulhu. Come and get your lunch."

On top of the bookcase behind him, their little monster peeks over the edge with its single roving eye.