She really hoped he didn't pick anything like Love Shack to perform, even if tonight was supposed to have the two make nutters out of themselves; but she had a feeling if he had to pick anything, assuming he'd ever tell her about his music interests, it would probably have to be the overly cheesy sounds of the nineteen eighties or early nineties. Music her mum listened too. Music that, even if she was ashamed to admit it, Rose fancied back in the days of side pony tails and Sunday morning cartoons.
"You mean do a duet, Doctor?" She asked and hip-bumped him right back. "Y'think you can handle my moves?"