"I am at least five hundred years older than you, Romana," the Doctor replied, tartly. "Hardly a child."

Physically, at least.

Though he did so love sparring with her like this. Even though she regularly beat him at their quarrels, it was wonderful to have someone to quarrel with. An intellectual equal. And, Romana, besides. He always remembered traveling with her as being some of the best times of his lives.

"Pouting looks good on me, at any rate."