Greg let Mycroft into the flat. He smiled as he looked Mycroft up and down. “James Bond?”
Mycroft adjusted his bow tie. “No. Professor Lazurus. The Lazarus Experiment?”
Greg shook his head. “Going for the obscure Doctor who villains, okay.”
“Well who are you supposed to be. A big game hunter? Alan Quartermain?”
“John Riddell. Dinosaurs on a Spaceship?”
“That’s Eleventh Doctor isn’t it?” sniffed Mycroft.
“Still Doctor Who. Come on, we’ll be late for the con.”