[ The sudden but brief brush makes the Doctor raise an eyebrow, and he can only conclude that Cloud had been trying to stop him from buying them or that he didn't want them at all. Ah well. He had done the work, it might as well go to use somehow.

What good were favours for him anyway? Probably more useful than gold and money had ever been, but he knows that there's a certain degree of need for it here when he doesn't have the TARDIS to simply dispense what he needs.

There's a short but amused laugh at Cloud's words, as he turns back to face him while the merchant busies themselves. ]

Do they have to do anything though? I thought you humans enjoyed your sentimentalities however trivial or silly.

[ He brushes right past the 'you humans' bit, moving on to wave off Cloud's offer, however kind it is. The deflection is his own show of kindness in a way. ] If you want to repay me, you can help me pick a gift instead. Although now that you've admitted that you're not bad at gifts, Clara might be really unimpressed with me later. [ There's a pause as he mulls it over, his eyes sparkling slightly. ] But then again it might be offset if she's learned I've made a friend.