He sighed, frowning, as she walked away from him. Oh, Rassilon, he wanted her, and he wanted her desperately. He could never regret being with her like that. Didn't she understand?
He dropped down where she'd been sitting, in front of the console, and leaned forward, resting his forehead against it. He raised his hand, gently stroking the console.
"Oh, old girl... wouldn't happen to have any advice for me, would you?" he asked, his voice a whisper. He arched a brow when an idea came into his head. "Ohh? Surprise her, you say? And how might I do that?" He chuckled softly. "Of course I've got an imagination..." He trailed off, thinking.