"Er," says Sarah, leaning slightly away. She was still trying to get used to the idea of the TARDIS as intelligent; the idea of it having a sex drive was a bit further than she was willing to accept yet. Also, how would that even work? And what would it be in aid of? "So it's more like he's giving you a rough massage?" And an image pops into her head of the Doctor with his eyes boggling out of his head, sucking on the end of his singed fingers after tugging on the wrong switch. She laughs.
"He's sometimes like that with me too - just between you and me." She's a little ashamed to admit it, but there's perhaps something competitive in her eyes. "Sometimes we'd be hiding behind something and he'd lower his big nose and sniff my hair! And there was one time when he actually dragged me into the TA - through your doors, by the ear! And I believe men shouldn't do that sort of thing but when he does it, I don't actually mind."
Ooh, she thinks, this is getting a bit too personal.
"I've never been to Skarn," she says. "But I've been to Skaro and I've been to Karn. I didn't much like either. Skarn must be as bad as both of them put together."
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"He's sometimes like that with me too - just between you and me." She's a little ashamed to admit it, but there's perhaps something competitive in her eyes. "Sometimes we'd be hiding behind something and he'd lower his big nose and sniff my hair! And there was one time when he actually dragged me into the TA - through your doors, by the ear! And I believe men shouldn't do that sort of thing but when he does it, I don't actually mind."
Ooh, she thinks, this is getting a bit too personal.
"I've never been to Skarn," she says. "But I've been to Skaro and I've been to Karn. I didn't much like either. Skarn must be as bad as both of them put together."