You were sat in Law's lap, his hand gently gripping your waist, rubbing his thumb up and down your side softly, flipping through the pages of an old medical book he had found on one of his adventures.

Suddenly, he slammed the book shut with a groan, wrapping both of his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“It doesn't make sense,” He grumbles, pressing a quick kiss to your neck. “This book is all bullshit.”