He nodded. "You'll be the first to know." She was always disarming, and always brought out the rather roguish brute in him. Not that he wasn't a rogue in general, but he was even more so when around her. He'd long since convinced himself he was a master at the art of seduction, but Rose made him feel as if he needed a bit more practice.

He purred out his own Gallifreyan endearment. Her fingers through his hair, his hand touching her skin. They were never very god at staying out of trouble, the two of them.