The Doctor had no real reason to make his way to the club, but he'd heard rumors it was run by a Fae, it was fun, and he had to give Clara and Willow some space every once in awhile; plus, exploring and discovering was one of the many things the Doctor loved to do so much. So it was no surprise that he was arriving at the club, providing the provided knock, the Doctor stepped back and waited, checking to make sure his bowtie was straightened while he did so.
When the door opened, The Doctor had a smile on his face ready to greet the newcomer. Then there was a moment, a single moment where recognition took a second to take place, but then voice and face and memories all flooded together and the Doctor recognized who was there. A blink, several blinks really, and the Fae suddenly felt himself standing just a bit taller and his smile vanish. Eyes became more suspicious and he eyed her, staring at her a moment, "So we do..."
Clicking his tongue he turned up his brow, "What are you doing here? What have you done, and what are you planning?"