The Doctor was starting to feel less like a vampire hunter and more like Romana's pimp, although considering he had a couple of dust-busters hooked onto his belt, he was the strangest looking pimp on earth. He was quite thankful that although this particular incarnation of hers was quite skinny, she was a feisty as ever and seemed to scare the perverts a lot more than they scared her.
Funnily enough, the comedy value had pretty much worn off by now, and the Doctor was a lot more bored by the punters than amused. "Should I go back and kit myself out in some leather hot-pants, then?" he asked, coming out of his hiding spot to keep her company for a little bit. "And no, that was not a serious suggestion, so please don't say yes," he giggled. "What do vampires want?" he asked thoughtfully, as if it were the sort of philosophical question one asked on a daily basis. "You know, in a victim, I mean," he asked, pondering over it for a moment. "Do you think running about requesting to be killed would help?" he asked.