He was walking backwards as he was chit chatting with her, “What’s danger? You forget a Nine Hundred year old Time Lord had experience all sorts of dangers…Even his own evil companions on the side. And they are the worst enemies I had to deal with,” he held up a digit to her. He spun around on his heels to take the lead, “Though, I terribly read that a man should pay for dinner. It won’t be proper and all that. But,” he scratched his lower left jaw, “I am a Time Lord not actually a man persay, but more than that. Nah! I got cash to pay. For once allow me pay, I am a grown man who’s with his future…wife,” he said looking up. He rambles on, “Is that right. Future wise? Settling down, getting a house with big M mortgage, a family, a job well I do have one at UNIT, well, I can easily get a job at Torchwood. If those boys can keep those damn guns away,” he waved his hand in the air. “Weekly pay, bills to pay, groceries, electric bill, water bill, taxes…blasted, that’s not made for me. Live on Earth, have a family, picket fence, little homey home, with a little fire place cuddling on the rug…no, that was from a book. Er, what book was that?” he seemed to be lost in his own world again.