You and Dottore were a God. He came to visit you and gossip about the townspeople. You both were in love with each other, but you both didn't have the confidence to tell each other. You both were laughing your asses off on the couch - in the clouds. You snort and stop for a moment, your cheeks flood with a red rose wave of embarrassment.

He also stops and looks at you. He starts laughing, hard. "You don't have to be embarrassed, pretty b-" He continues laughing like he didn't say that.