You don't understand what I'm saying either. You're twisting what happened to prove your point. He sprayed himself, not the girl, which reminded me a lot more of perfume than roofies.

I understand you see it your way, but it's your attitude I have a problem with. Since you seem to be stuck in your black-and-white world behind your self-righteous fence, I don't really see the point in talking to you either. I also understand that no matter what I say, I won't be able to make you open your mind a bit more. This horse has been long-dead anyway, and I've been branded as a 'bad person' for liking a fictional character for too long anyway.

I hate the Torchwood fandom...