When he spotted her, the Doctor couldn’t help but notice the small armory she had tucked away in that chest of hers. To think, not so long ago, make yourself comfortable would have been laughable to the Doctor after walking in on River Song and any sort of armed weapon, let alone an entire collection of them. He didn’t know her then, nor did he trust her. She was the Mystery Woman who knew everything. She was the woman who was always so smug and confident and – well, she was sort of like him. Except, as far as Eleven was concerned, he did it better.
Fortunately, trust was no longer an issue. He was as caught up with River Song as he was going to get.
…or he had been. Until now.
Instead of greeting his wife properly, the Doctor strode in planted himself directly in front of her. Setting his jaw, Eleven popped up on tiptoe, then dropped back down on his heels as he looked her over. The Doctor started walking, circling River slowly as he – quite like River had predicted – examined her new body. “I see you kept the hair,” the Doctor noted, once he reached full circle. Not that it was a bad thing. The Doctor liked her hair. It was wild and crazy, sort of like her. Fit the personality, didn't it? With a thoughtful frown, Eleven leaned in and gave River a sniff. "And the smell." It was a good scent. Quite nice, actually. Of course, the Doctor wasn't going to say that. It was much more fun if River thought she smelled funny.
"You owe me a story." He could have danced around the subject and asked her a bunch of questions that would have only bought them some time, but the Doctor generally didn't do things that way. Why was he going to start now? "Romana. The Master. What were they doing here? What happened?" A messy story. That was what River had called it on the boards. If Romana and the Master had been involved, how could it have possibly been anything else?