"I worry if I compliment you any more you won't be able to get your head into the TARDIS," she teased. "I'm glad, I just thought a change might be nice, in two or three centuries time obviously." She wondered if he'd have grown bored by then, or if she would have but wasn't about to verbalise her paranoia anymore tonight.
"I have hundreds of room in this craft," she told him smiling warmly, "I could have be thinking of anywhere. There's a rather soft rug in the drawing room, and some very roomy chairs in the library. I didn;t really have a specific place in mind."