Who knows how long they stood/sat in this manner, the Doctor standing in front of the table watching Jack eat strawberries, of which there seemed to be a never-ending supply of, and Rose and Arantéle walk about the room, after sitting for a while in the manner afore mentioned. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, it could have even been days, but all the while the Doctor stood and thought.
It must be some form of witchcraft. He concluded She must have got the art of witchcraft for her gift, and is now tormenting me by making me believe that I love her. That's all it is. Simple witchcraft. So I must ignore it, or I'll get all distracted by it and probably end up getting everyone killed and that will just be pointless, but if Rose leaves… and I have noone left, she could come with me. Vampires do have less chance of dying than humans I suppose. His thoughts where stopped when he realised Jack was standing next to him watching him think with an amused expression on his face.
"Quite a catch isn't she?" he said grinning from ear to ear ant the look on the Doctors face "Don't know what your talking about." the doctor turned away from Jack, not before Jack saw the blush creeping onto the Doctors face. Jack walked round so the Doctor was facing him. He leant close to him and whispered "You do. You just told me by the tone of your voice"
"Did not"
"Did, and don't argue," he added when he saw the Doctor open his mouth to argue. "I wont say anything. I promise"
"Thanks." the Doctor whispered looking at Arantéle as she walked by arm in arm with Rose.
"So how long have you been travelling with the Doctor?" she inquired as they walked around the huge bookshelves stocked with more books that even a avid reader like herself could read. She could always find what she wanted. All she had to do was walk up to the shelf and think of whatever book she wanted and it would appear. Like the Doctors TARDIS, Arantéle's library was sensitive to her needs, besides, the Doctor was right Arantéle had inherited the gift of witchcraft, as well as the gift for breaking into another's thoughts, a power which she hardly used unless it was totally appropriate. "About two years. Almost"
"So… you and him are… you know… together"
"Me and the Doctor?" No… God no. I mean he's sweet, and funny, and defiantly intelligent, which are all good points, and I suppose he is quite good looking. But no, 900 year old aliens just don't do it for me I'm afraid"
"You say this like you already like someone. Is there someone? Someone you left at home perhaps? Or had to leave behind"
"How do you know?" Rose asked looking amazed at Arantéle's powers of deduction.
"Just a guess. So I presume that this lucky young man is no other than our very own Captain Jack Harkness"
"Well… yes I suppose"
"I thought as much"
"But what about you? Isn't there anyone that you love?" Rose asked Arantéle who thought for a moment, there had been many people, but none who she had loved, the closest she had got to love was a very strong lust. Her thoughts turned to the Doctor and his manic grin, his messed up hair and her stomach did a back flip.
"I don't know. There hasn't really been anyone that even comes close to love"
"He's a fine man, alien, whatever, Arantéle"
"What are you talking about"
"The Doctor of course"
"What about him"
"Don't pretend Arantéle. Come on you can tell me. I told you about Jack"
"Very well, little inquisitive human," Arantéle laughed "Yes I do find the Doctor, ahem, attractive, I suppose but I have hardly had chance to get to know him, I only met him a few short hours ago"
"I know, but do you think you could love him?" Arantéle checked to make sure no one was listening before answering Rose;
"Yes, I suppose I could!".