Ho Yay: The Doctor has a sometimes-tempestuous, sometimes-adorable relationship with composer Karl Sadeghi. Karl spends most of the book being very obliquely in love with him, waxing poetic about the Doctor constantlynote Karl watched the Doctor doze. He had flopped back on to the soft grass, his golden-brown hair spreading around his face. The bright sunshine highlighted the exotic whiteness of his skin.note The numen had left the Doctor: he was no longer a god of thunder, but only a beautiful man lying in the grass.
