The Doctor arched a brow, but he headed in Dean's direction. He was kissing the girl, Jo, though, so maybe not just this second. He was sure Rose would see that happening and understand why he turned them in a different direction, at least momentarily.
"So what's all this with the princess, then?" he asked, nodding his head at the line of men. It seemed like this ball was date night all over the place. "Choosing a prince, are we?"
He glanced at Dean, and it seemed like there was some intimate moment going on the Doctor still did not wish to interrupt.
"I vote for the guy in the back. Everyone loves a ginger."