Well, you should have been. [He strides forward, shoving one hand deep into his jacket pocket, the other going to an inside pocket, searching for something in particular.] I'm here on business, you know. Proper business. [He pulls out a pad, flipping it open to a white, blank business card.
On a normal person, it would show the exact credentials needed for him to weasel into certain situations--show exactly what the person expected to see.
Except Vexen is probably considered enough of a genius that it doesn't work, and the card remains blank.
The Doctor hasn't noticed yet, just raising his brow expectantly.
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On a normal person, it would show the exact credentials needed for him to weasel into certain situations--show exactly what the person expected to see.
Except Vexen is probably considered enough of a genius that it doesn't work, and the card remains blank.
The Doctor hasn't noticed yet, just raising his brow expectantly.
Awkward.]