Looking up at the screen, he reached up to tap the glass before glancing at Stiles who was still standing in mesmerised awe. Lips tugging into a smile, he reached across snagging Stiles' shirt with a curled fingertip before pulling him towards the console.

"This is the flight controller, the main console designed for flying the TARDIS." The Doctor began, pressing his back against the console and kicking his legs out, leaning against it slightly. The Doctor wondered if Stiles would actually reach out to touch it, or drink whatever it was he'd brought with him or do anything but stare. "Usual monitors and flight equipment and gauges. And the boringer. Don't use the boringer often well ever."