He shakes his head like a dog, spraying the water from his hair everywhere, then pushes said wet hair back with one hand and takes his hat back with the other. "Do you look like a hat stand?" he echoes thoughtfully, resettling the hat on his head and straightening his bow tie. Well, there is something to be said about that nose - but, no, that would be rude, wouldn't it? He's pretty sure that's rude. Anyway, you certainly couldn't hang a hat on it. "I didn't hang my hat on you, so no, I suppose you don't look like a hat stand. A hat-holder, perhaps."

What's happened to his hat stand in the TARDIS, anyway? He misses that hat stand. Maybe it's in a storage room somewhere; he'll have to look for it whenever he returns.

"Do you know, I once met a duke - I think he was a duke, maybe, or a viscount, I lose track of titles sometimes - who'd trained a monkey to follow him around and carry his hat." He pauses as the implication of his words sinks in. "Not that I'm calling you a monkey or anything! Quite the opposite, in fact." Technically, of course, humans are, but he's also learnt that they don't usually appreciate having that fact pointed out to them.