He looks at her, sitting in the TARDIS console, long legs crossed, porcelain face still, pink lips pursed, and a book in hand. She turns the page gently, so concerned with what is happening to that tortured pirate and the rich daughter of the Navy's captain. He lets out a chuckle, and Amy's attention is now focused on the Doctor.
"What?" she said, Scottish accent thick.
"Nothing." He responds, a;most too quickly and Amy shoots him a look. "No, seriously, what?" She says, the corners of her lips twitching into a smirk.
"it's just that-" the Doctor shrugs, "you're reading a…rubbishy romance novel-"
"And?" Amy cuts him off.
"Nothing, I mean…you're in a time machine with a two-hearted alien who happens to be the last of his kind and you're…reading."
Amy raises an eyebrow, shutting her book, "you're so full of yourself, aren't you?" The Doctor scratches his head, "um, well, no…I suppose, kind of, in a way."
"I shut my book," she says, placing it on the floor, "you've got all my attention, what do you want?" She stands up, sauntering across the TARDIS floor with those endless legs and full lips, she grabs him by the bow tie, leaning in and then-
"Doctor?" A voice calls.
He shakes his head, only to see Amy sitting in that same chair with that same damned book.
"Why are you starring?" She says, almost with a creeped out look. The Doctor bites his lip, "no reason, Pond, no reason…get back to your reading." He looks away, starring at the small keyboard on the console.
Amy just glances at him with a smug face, her mind knowing exactly what he was thinking, and full disclosure, she did enjoy it.