The Doctor had noticed the poster in the lobby, and had taken the time to find a nice buttoned shirt in one of the shops, and a new pair of jeans. The sandles on his feet were an after-thought.
He paused as he stepped into the ballroom, scanning the guests for the Master - his Master, in particular - and froze when he saw Anne. This... was not good. He plastered on his most charming smile, and walked over, resting his hands lightly on her shoulders.
"You look stunning, Lady Anne," he said quietly, putting all the admiration he could into his tone. He really didn't want slapped.