The Doctor stared at you, watching you change into dress after dress, his eyes traveling over each one. Whenever you asked if you looked good, he just smiled, examining you. You didn’t try on anything too drastic. Until now.

He had been seated on a bench, sipping on his tea, when you come out of the changing room wearing a slightly more…. Revealing dress. He choked on the tea, sputtering as he stared wide eyed at you, his lips parted. …. My dear…. Are you sure that’s… appropriate?