The Doctor watched her at her question about wanting a person, and he laughed a bit before raising a brow, "Well, yes, there were of course. You already know one... I've made it more than a bit apparent why I specifically wanted a female. But there are many reasons, most of which are small, menial, and quite interesting only to me."
Listening as she listed off the books she'd read, he stepped from his perch at the counter to refill his glass with a drink, then turned to stand near her. Fingers brushing along her arm and shoulder as he watched her and nodded, "All fantastic of course. I highly recommend Where The Red Fern Grows and A River Runs Through it; while they have their literary touch on society, I find them a bit more fascinating as a historical painting, if you will."