[She grins a bit] S'pose if that's what it takes to keep track of me. [She hates to sober a moment that's turning up but she feels like it needs to be said. The words are whispered, a bit pleading but also with a bit of backbone behind them.] You won't ever do that to me, yeah? Choose not to regenerate. I can get used to a new face. Can't get used to no you. Tried. Didn't take.

[She presses a kiss to his jaw in an effort to soften the words and keep the moment close at least.] Think I might. Pink and fuzzy bits of things. Firm mattresses too apparently.