The Doctor, on the other hand, is awkward. For all the sexiness of this new incarnation, it came with it a bundle of nerves when it came to anything remotely sexual, including clothing removal. He supposes that's why he's always so very keen to wear multiple layers, where other incarnations were content with a shirt and a tie, or a shirt and a set of braces.
But Morgana means nothing sexual about this, so he focuses on that.
"I love that shirt," he says, trying to make light of it. "David Bowie gave me that shirt. Or was it Jimi Hendrix? All a bit of a blur, that era."
There's a creak somewhere in the room, and the Doctor stops talking, stops moving, only listens. It reminds him of a dam about to burst. The straining sound of water.
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Date: 2010-06-23 05:26 am (UTC)But Morgana means nothing sexual about this, so he focuses on that.
"I love that shirt," he says, trying to make light of it. "David Bowie gave me that shirt. Or was it Jimi Hendrix? All a bit of a blur, that era."
There's a creak somewhere in the room, and the Doctor stops talking, stops moving, only listens. It reminds him of a dam about to burst. The straining sound of water.