What was that supposed to mean?! That was outrageous!

“Oh yes, is me indeed! Now, who the places are you, old chap?”

The Seventh Doctor narrowed his eyes, and muttered something about the massively tall man getting a nose bleed.

“ ‘m not— ”  …okay, so maybe THAT was a lie. she was. just a little. that didn’t mean he had to CALL HER OUT on it, though. none of her other doctors ever would have.not that she thinks they ever really noticed either. this him is much more perceptive. certainly more forward too, though the surprise snog she’d planted on him when first meeting might have also had something to do with it. regardless, this is a conversation she definitely doesNOT want to be having.  “ oh, SHUT UP! ”

The Doctor didn’t speak. He allowed her own mind to run and process and over-heat and blab on. His impish eyes ran up and down her body and made no show of trying to hide the fact that he was admiring her. When they had kissed, his brain had been flooded with memories of affection. Trust. Maybe even love. He would eventually, possibly, love this woman. His face split into a wide and toothy grin as he laid his brogue on thick:

*five minutes earlier*