"Behold!" hollered the Doctor as he leapt into the control room, brandishing a long glinting sword. "I am the Lord of Time and I shall behead those who attempt in vain to overthrow me! Hah!"
"What?" Rose asked, raising an eyebrow. Then she noticed the Doctor's outfit and gaped in open-mouthed bewilderment. "Doctor… tights?!"
"Dashing, don't you think?" he said, flashing her a cheeky smile. Rose stared as she tried to take in the knee-high brown boots, beige tights clinging to his well-defined legs, possibly the most hideous white shirt tucked into the tights and a long brown cape flowing from his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, biting her lip so as not to laugh at the sight before her. "Why are you wearing tights?"
"Repeat!" he hollered, waving the sword dangerously. "In days of old! When Time Lords were Time Lords, and Time Lords wore tights. Oh, but none wore tighter tights mightier than the Doctor! Hail!"
Rose couldn't take it any longer; she burst out laughing hysterically, tears of mirth glistening in her dancing brown eyes. The Doctor looked hurt for a moment, but then he shrugged.
"M'lady," he said, bowing down and extending a hand. Rose giggled and held out her hand, which the Doctor took and gently pressed his lips to. "Let me show thee a good time." He winked and Rose felt her cheeks turning red.
"Wh… what d'you mean by that?" she stuttered and the Doctor began slowly kissing his way up her arm, and nuzzling at her neck.
"Shall I show you, my beautiful princess?" he said in a voice so low it was nearly a growl.
"I think that might be a good idea, Sir Doctor," she said breathily. The Doctor swept Rose up into his arms and carried her, laughing, from the control room.
