Relinquishing lunch to his care, then relinquishing herself as well, she went where he directed. After curling herself up in the corner of the comfortable couch, she patted the cushion beside her. It was strange, how she assumed he could see whatever she did. She should've been more thoughtful. But then, he'd hardly ever struggled with how she'd behaved in the past. He was, she thought, quite remarkable.
"Just settling in, really," she said with a shrug. "Who was that woman out there -- do you know her?" She was a dragon lady, and there was no mistake about that. Rose supposed she should be glad that she wasn't some busty redhead with green eyes. There'd be no competing with that.
When did she feel like she needed to compete? The thought brought her up short. She laced her hands in her lap and lifted her shoulders, feeling strangely uncomfortable.