Almost definitely bad, and very definitely something she was going to have to be careful not to let anyone ever find out about, later.

She didn't even truly know who this man was, this Doctor, not beyond little flashes of memory here and there. It was enough. She trusted him; the Goddess never would've surrounded herself with people she could not trust. She was certain of that.

She slid her fingers through his hair one last time then dropped her arms to lace loosely around his neck, noting idly that he wasn't as warm as one ought to be this close (and not quite recalling that under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be, either.)

"I think," she whispered near his ear, "that this is where the other me would order you to stop teasing so."