"Um, Doctor?"

"Hmm?"

"Doctor!"

"Hmmm?"

"OI, SPACEMAN!"

"Ow! DonNA! What was that for?"

"Oh for the love of… Are you pouting? A big alien softie, that's what you are. I barely even touched you. Are those tears in your big puppy dog eyes? Aw, does the ickle Time Lordie need a snuggle? Does he? C'mere then."

"Donna! I'm not pouting. I'm not crying. And I don't need a snuggle. Get off! Get off me! Oh fine, hug me then. See if I care, but I'm not hugging you back!"

"Really? You won't hug me back. I'm hurt. I may have to retaliate by tickling you. Right there. Oo, and here. What was that? Was that a giggle? Did you just giggle like a little girl? Huh? Didja? Was that a snort? It was! The mighty Time Lord snorted!"

"Donna! Donna, stop it, I can't breathe. Please, please stop now. Please?"

"But you have such a cute little giggle, Time Boy. And you're all flushed and wriggly. And… Euw! Did you just lick me?"

"I asked you to stop and you wouldn't. I had to do something or I was going to…"

"What? What were you going to do, Spaceman? What was that? Speak up now."

"I said I was going to wet myself, alright? Happy now?"

"Oh ecstatic. Glad you stopped me by covering me in your saliva, otherwise I'd be covered in your pee instead. Grubby little alien."

"If I'm such a grubby little alien, why are you stroking my hair like that?"

"'Cos for a grubby little alien, you have some fantastic hair. It's all soft and warm like a cat's fur. I'm not kidding, it's some seriously lovely hair."

"Mmmm. That's nice. You're all comfy and warm. And you smell good."

"Oh, so now you want to snuggle. Silly Martian."

"Mmm. Donna?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Being my mate."

"Soppy old git."

"Mmm."