Missy arched an eyebrow as he emerged, fighting to try to keep from smirking at the image he was presenting in his little black swim trunks. "I'm suddenly feeling very over dressed," she commented, doing a twirl and gesturing at the dress she was wearing. "And I stand corrected. You haven't gone native, you're just having the Time Lord equivalent of a midlife crisis," she teased.
As she took a seat at the bar and reached for one of the drinks he's already fixed, Missy smiled and shook her head. "I know what you're doing, Doctor..."