Wilson watched Ten with a professional eye, making sure the man was not about to wipe out on the floor but his eyes lifted to meet The Doctor's direct gaze and after a breath, the oncologist smiled.

"I understand." He said in a warm, good natured tone. "You don't trust what I represent." Wilson had lost count of the number of instances where grief stricken family members had taken out their impotant rage at the cancer killing their loved one against him.

"I know it wasn't comfortable for you to be here but that said, I'm double glad you came in to be checked over." Dark eyes twinkled with genuine friendliness.