They ought to both just get to the point. Guess they're afraid of offendin' you. [Which is to say, she's not. She caters to him enough that when she does take the moral high ground, it's important enough that she doesn't have time for roundabouts, offending or him going halfway through.

She nudges him in the ribs lightly.]

Oi, don't you dare. Could do with bein' burdened by it more often.

[Not that she expects him to say it more often. More just...it's something she won't mind getting used to: the idea that he thinks she's sexy.]

Ought to go out and let them know I'm remarkably thick-skinned in most cases. [And that was one of the things that even in the previous incarnation he appreciated her for: managing that almost John Watson-esque balance of marvel at the talent but pragmatic assessment of the man.

He squirms a bit.]

Well then. I'll have to see what I can do about that. [It's sort of like... He basically always has, he just didn't go anywhere with it. The 'going somewhere' is the part he's getting used to.]

Then you'd have your own instruction manual. Would have been useful when I first met you. [It just sort of...came natural to her. She couldn't not be in awe of him but at the same time she couldn't stand still for it when he was crossing the line.]

Like the sound of that. [And she does. The 'going somewhere' part is the bit that's important.]

Would've been boring, you mean. Who wants a big book with instructions telling you what to do in this case, and what to pull in that case, and which direction to run in case of accident and emergency?

Like the sound of being called sexy or the sound of being promised to be called sexy more often? Also, fair warning, the TARDIS answers to Sexy as well. That may be something just happens at home to minimalise confusion. [They're going somewhere. Gradual start, but he's acclimating fairly easily to different stages. Whenever she gets the idea that she can try and get him to feel more creative emotions, he'll just start losing entirely.]

Much better to find my own way 'bout dealin' with you. [She's teasing but it's also true. The instruction manual would have just maintained the status quo Doctor-wise and Rose wasn't content with that at all. She needed to make the Doctor better.]

Mmmm think more the idea of bein' found sexy than anythin'. Not that I object to the other too. [She ponders this and while there's a tiny spike of jealousy because well, the TARDIS is human now, for the most part, Rose would agree on the name fitting. She'll be happy with the non-creative emotions, for the most part. Wait...exactly what defines a creative emotion? She might not be happy with just the boring ones...]

Manual just teaches everyone how to do it the same way - much more fun to go out and work out your own methods. Usually works better than anything you'd find in the manual anyway. [And she did such a good job. As he sort of recently pointed out.

He'd have thought she'd be a bit used to that, since clearly you have to be blind not to.] Really? Well I do. Not, object, I mean. Anti-object. [Well like not creative but more along the semi-prurient-ish? I think.]

Yeah. Usually like doin' things my own way anyhow. [He did and she did. It's something she's very proud of really; he's a good man. Not that he wasn't when she met him but it was more...latent potential.]

Good place to start anyway. 'Least if you ask me. [In which case, they should be fine. Eventually they might get there but even if (when?) their relationship gets more physical it's not likely to reach that stage for a good, if ever, while.]

[Yeah. Making a good thing better.]

Learning fast then. Like usual. Isn't so hard. [I don't think either of them is quite so far gone as to merit the 'if' over the 'when', but yes.]

[She looks up at him a bit without moving from her position all snuggled up against him.]

It's a bit of learning experience for you too, yeah? Or at least a re-learnin' sorta thing.

[He considers that for a moment or two before responding.] I'd say both, to certain percentages. A general uptake of knowledge either way, but... yeah. Both. [An excellent point.]

Helps a bit I think. That we're both learnin' then. Less worryin' 'bout lookin' like an idiot 'cause we both probably will.

[Lies. She'll still worry. Not really about looking like an idiot but more of 'is this all right? is he okay with this? is-is-is' and so on.]

Oh, you never wanna worry about that. All sorts of paralyzing. Keeps you doing anything fun.

[At some point hopefully they'll get to a point where she won't have to constantly second-guess that he won't get skittish and try to backpedal. Something tells me that would be sort of exhausting.]

Then we can get rid of that sort of thought right away, yeah? Just sorta take things how we want them.

[Incredibly exhausting and with time, that feeling ought to go away.]

I thought we were? Are we not? Is this not how we want things?

[And by 'we' he means 'you'.]

[She gets that whole we=her thing]

No, it is. [She's quick to assure him of that.] S'xactly how I want things. Just sorta for future reference.

Oh. Good. [Momentary rising worry abated.] Got it. Longer termed type... stuff.