"Oh, I found him," said Drusilla, lightly and honestly. She had. She hadn't realised what she'd found, but she'd snatched him up as soon as she'd set her hungry eyes on him. They were a match made in the heavens. Two of a kind.

She laughed. That was less light, her laugh. There was wickedness in it.

"We're using each other, little Doctor. The people who live in the darkness always do."