[Oh blimey. She starts overthinking it. Worried for a moment. She vaguely suspects the Doctor wouldn't be jealous, was just really worried that Rose was being daft because a demon had his face, although is she telling herself that for an excuse, her insecurities flaring up, or is it the truth? And is she being too trusting again? She usually is. But he's so sweet, and she hasn't been able to even talk to people, much less mess around like this, and to be fair, she rarely could that much even before the void, hence Jack flirting with the Doctor so much she called up Mickey--]

[Her face is scarlet, but she takes a deep breath and nods. Moving to do exactly that, sit in his lap.]

[It's not that big a deal, she tells herself. Even if she hasn't done this with Jack or the Doctor...]

Okay, but two things. I wanna hear you sing again, and remember the secret thing. British are supposed to be all stiff upper lip and all that, yeah? I just like breaking all the rules. [A wink.]

[And she swears, Rascal...]

[He reminds her of the Tramp from Lady and the Tramp, but for the life of her, she can't remember if that was before or after Pinocchio and what year it came out.]

[Which makes her start laughing as she remembers the "astrologist" in Ancient Rome who was kidnapped as a slave and forced to perform astrology, only to spread dire warnings about Pompeii.... and find out it had already happened and people knew about it.]

[Rose can relate.]

[Okay, worst that happens, she makes no sense again, and really, that's just the story of her life.]

I might have to call you Rascal though. You remind me of the dog from the picture with them kissin'. Lady and the Tramp.

[But she's still playing with his hair and definitely flirting.]

[And starts humming.] If he's a tramp, he's a good one, and I wish that I could travel his way...

Peggy Lee has such a gorgeous voice, I swear...