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[has taken off his coat and checks it over. looks rather disappointed to find a slash down the side]

My coat... [sighs] Most priests don't have swords, you know. Well, all right. Some priests do. Just it isn't exactly good for them to bang on about peace and then try to run me through.

[considers silently for a moment] Erm, Lucia, this isn't as bad as it sounds. You're not in trouble, really.

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[keeps petting~] Of course you aren't, Doctor. Your biology wouldn't allow for it. That does not change the fact you rather enjoy the attention, however. Would you like a bisquit? I might have a few laying around.

I do love a good audience. [opens one eye] And a good chocolate biscuit.

I much prefer being an active player than an audience member, though. Much more fun. [stops petting long enough to disappear and reappear with a plate of chocolate bisquits, offering one to him] Is this what you wanted, then?

Oooh, well, there's always audience participation. Best of both worlds. Unless the host gets snippy at you for upstaging him and proving he was a fake. [happily eats biscuit] Get these from your kitchen?

[blinks] That isn't something I remember happening. I'm sad to have missed it. [smiles warmly] They are. I believe Charlotte was making them. What for, I can't imagine, but they're in my kitchen, so they're my property, if you ask me.

Ah, that was more recent, yeah. But ooh, Charley's biscuits. Well, I doubt she'd mind if I had a few anyway.

So much seems to have happened to you, Doctor. So many stories I wish to hear... [shakes her head] At any rate, I don't much care how she'd feel about me taking them, anyway, but she did bake them for you, so.

Well they are going to a Doctor. [smiles and eats another biscuit] I wouldn't mind sharing a few stories with you. Can't hurt much.

Mmmm. [juuuust watches him, enjoying the moment, cause she's obsessed like that] I should like to hear them. Surely you have kinder stories than being separated from me by decades, or anything involving that...man, don't you? Worlds we've never seen, people we've never met? New races, even? It's been so long since I've met a proper new race.

[is used to people staring at him in an obsessive way] Oh, course I do! You know my life. It's not all seriousness and villains and all that. Oh! The Brilliant! You know the Brilliant, right? That experimental star ship that disappeared without a trace? Well! I was there. Turns out it was caught in a Time Loop. There were pirates and all that but fixed the Time Loop and everyone ended up quite happy together. [beams] Saved them all!

[yes, but do most people stare in the same way the TARDIS stares? cause she's had centuries to perfect it and all] Is that so? That's brilliant, Doctor! It's so rare when you get to save everyone. You must have felt so wonderful.

[well, aside from the Master? not really. The market is somewhat cornered] It was! Oh it was gorgeous! Spent the whole night making milkshakes and eating nibbles and dancing and everyone was so, so....so! [waves hands and sighs] There aren't enough of those but they're worth it.

There do, yes. But dancing, Doctor? You never dance. Is this some new skill you've acquired in the years since we travelled the divergent universe?

[somewhat miffed] Of course I can dance! It's a great skill of mine.

Really now? [arches a brow] All these years of travel and I've never seen it. That's rather hard to believe, Doctor.

Hard to- [exasperated; then with a sly smirk and catches one of her hands in his and puts a hand on her waist] I'll show you dancing. [and pulls her into a waltz /o/]

[is caught off guard, but quickly gains control of herself and follows his moves smoothly, her free hand snaking over his shoulder] This is quite the surprise, Doctor. [plays with his haaaair and decides to tease him more] Did you need to read one of those silly Dummies Guides your humans are so fond of writing?

[snorts and dips her] Actually, I learned it in France when I taught them to make banana daiquiris. [and brings her up again]

[laughs lightly, pressing close to him as she rights herself, taking the lead] Is that so? What were you doing making daiquiris in France, Doctor?

[laughs and smiles, following her lead now] Ah, well, funny story. I had picked up a new companion, Mickey, and well, wanted to show off a bit and you homed in on this funny energy signal. Turned out to be a space station with time windows in it leading to France.

Mickey? The one your Ninth here travels with, then? The technophile? [picks up the tempo, leading them a little faster] What was a space station doing opening windows to France? How illogical.

Yep, that'd be Mickey, though he never traveled with me in my Ninth. Just a few times in this one. [spins her around] Well, they apparently were rebuilding the ship, these clockwork droids. And they thought they needed the brain of Madame de Pompadour to finish the repairs.

[spins easily, enjoying herself far too much] Such inferior machines, with logic circuits that could grow that confused. But this Madame is the one who taught you to dance whilst you were saving her, I'll hazard to guess?

[smiles] Yep! Wonderful dancer. She used me to make the king jealous of her. [snorts and hums under his breath, pulling the TARDIS closer] But they still got together, just as history says, so everything worked out, really. And I stopped the droids, naturally.

Did she now? Such a crafty woman. [grins, playing with his hair again, resting her head on his chest and letting him lead] I should have shared in such jealousy -- had I thought you truly intent on leaving, at any rate. My Doctor, the hero. How very fitting for you. What happened to her?