"Hot and bothered? Madam I am not hot and bothered," the Doctor whispered coyly as he took his hand in hers and brought her into him. "I am as calm and composed as I have ever-" his words caught as her chest pressed to his and her leg stroked against him. He swallowed and braced himself before continuing. "-been."<br/><br/>"Okay, fine. The tight red dress looks good on you. It certainly, uh...clings to you," the Doctor spoke as his free hand took its place on her hip, feeling the warmth of her body radiate from under the thin material. Another shiver ran through him as he tried his best to remain as composed as he could be.<br/><br/>"You certainly know how to wear it," he whispered as his hand drew a little further around her hip, his finger tips brushing along the exposed skin of her back. "I remember another woman who wore a dress with as low a cut as this...she tried to kill me. You're not about to pull a gun on me are you Robin?"