[Jeeves' brows rise a fraction of an eighth of an inch at the sudden shift. The Doctor's dug himself a fine grave to lie in once Donna replies, and Jeeves feels sufficiently less embarrassed about his own situation in regards to the missing clothing. Time to soothe the beast. He switches to a private communication.]

My sincere apologies, Doctor. It was not my intent to vex you, only jest. If you do require assistance in making full reparations for Ms. Noble's clothes, please allow me to assist as I may. I understand that this place is most trying for all of us. Particularly those unaccustomed to magic and sapient animals.