Reinette might have bristled momentarily at how quickly the Doctor discerned the location of the flaws she knew so well, that she watched with critcal eye. She knew she was a vain woman. It was part of her upbringing, and only reinforced with the life she lead. There was little room for error when standing next to king.

But it also meant, Reinette decided, that the Doctor knew. Knew her in a way only -- no, perhaps no other had. Knew her flaws and her weaknesses, and yet also did not use them against her. His was no an attack on her being, instead it was an assault on her senses.

She softened slightly in his arms, yielding to that idea.

Dipping her head slightly Reinette moved to place a kiss precisely between his two hearts, not minding the shirt in between.