“What! Am I suppose to say, Rose, be my wife and I be your husband and bang it be done like that,” he some what said in a rude way. “Jack can handle himself. He’s a big boy now. He needs no defending, he can defend himself, well, Jack’s vanity will blind the enemy before they reach him. Mister wonderful,” the Doctor had some what a jealous look in his eyes.
Like he had never forgotten when he was Nine that he still remember when Jack kissed her and danced with her. He was even jealous at his past self.
“Chips!” he was hopping a bit when she mentioned the chips. “Always dying for the chips! Lets go before I go on to number eleven who will wake up wanting chips and he might as well lose interest in bananas and have salt instead. By the way, you saw my future self. Is he a ginger?”