(Your Eight is so precious.)
Casanova had been made aware that this strange man had the ability to change form and travel in time, something he had learned all those months ago when their fateful meeting took place. Those wide azure hues were nothing like the troubled smokey depths the Doctor possessed then, no trace of the aftereffects of war lingering therein, innocence held in it's stead. "That I do, but.. perhaps it was in your later years, il mio amico."
"No and though her species is humanoid and has some psychic ability, I prefer not to forcibly read her mind." He concluded, though he knew it was wrong, there were many times where he did catch himself picking up on a stray thought or two of his companion.
"I believe Miss Emerald, is the descendant of an extinct species in her universe that does not exsist in my own. Star Lords, the makers of the Stars themselves. Though, she is the last of her kind, I find it odd that she has told me that she was raised by human parents." Musing, he continued on. " Though the practice is not uncommon as we know it, from what I know, her people were wiped out by a virus of some type."
"I also find it interesting that she has traveled with another incarnation of us, but then again it would be in our nature to find such a being."