Call Rose a bit old fashioned, but she was always taught that the male took the lead. Ergo, Rose just stood there, gladly listening to him ramble away about--well, she didn't really understand, but did what she usually did: smiled and nodded pleasantly enough. Sometimes she wondered if people bruised his feelings--or his ego--if they rolled their eyes or looked at him like he was a complete nutter during his gob-fest.
"Graffiti can be pretty, I guess?"
That? That was the only thing Rose could make out of his little tirade. However, since the point of it all was to compliment her, well, that earned the nine hundred (plus!) alien a broad grin. "You're not so bad to look at y'self." And he wasn't. He wasn't the most attractive man she's ever seen, but there was something about him, 'sides the whole 'alien' bit. He fascinated her. And through that fascination, lay infatuation, love, and everything that went with it.
The image of him squatting on her bed, though, well...so many things popped in that little mind of hers; and she more the merrier followed him outside, away from the images that stuck to her minds eye like glue. Rose wasn't even a naturally sexually active young woman. She only had sex one time, and it was 'blissfully' over in three minuets. That, and the person she lost it too, was enough to put her off for a while--even with Mickey. But the Doctor sparked something in her, something she really couldn't explain sanely or at all for that matter. Rose was content with her rather lucid images, of a certain Time Lord in question sans clothes, to her self.
At his question, Rose blinked surprisingly. True, she was more content with just spending time with him. She didn't need anything else. But, well, he seemed like he wanted to have a proper date--who was she to deny him that? Rose offered very little in the scheme of things, but the things she could, she gladly gave The Doctor. "I just want to spend time with you. If that means goin' out, doing the dinner and a movie, then that's fine by me." Rose answered honestly. He made her hear skipped a beat whenever he even looked at her. So, yes; she'd do anything, or everything, with and for him. It was the least she could do.
And when he decided to change topics--she noticed the fidgeting of his trainers and the I feel awkward so I'm going to ignore it look on his countenance--she grabbed his hand for a gentle, but firm, squeeze. "It's June, Doctor." Rose replied as her eyes danced with mirth. "Be a bit odd if it snowed in June, eh?"