The Doctors feet slipped on the ground as she whispered the words into his ear. Everything that had been calm and composed crumbled along with the Doctor's balance as he let go of Robin and sauntered back from her, his hat falling to the ground as he struggled to keep on his feet. With some effort and a lot of luck, the Doctor retained his balance and ceased his hat from the floor. As he straightened, he plucked two glasses of champagne smoothly from a passing waiter, before downing the bubbling liquid in one shot and throwing the empty glass over his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Go on, laugh," the Doctor said as he stepped back in towards Robin and handed her the remaining glass of champagne whilst his hand curled around hers once more. "It's pretty ridiculous. I'm over a thousand years old and yet I can't remain composed when you look like....you know...how you are...now."