The Doctor was looking at her. "Yeah... I regret it, last time I was drunk was from partying." He whispered. He groaned and closed his eyes. He wanted to just stay in bed longer. He knew Seclusion wasn't happy with him. He knew the TARDIS was upset with him too.
"Later." he closed his eyes. He seemed to be quite miserable. Though he knew it was his own fault. He curled up under the blankets. Staying in bed seemed to be a better idea to him right now.
He felt ill from drinking so much. He sighed deeply.