Everything that had been calm, composed and charming about the Doctor was blown into a thousand pieces as Robin's breath stroked at the Doctor's neck. A shiver coursed through his body and knocked the cheerful smile off his face as the equivalent of an electric shock struck every nerve in his body. His breath was forced from his lungs as it caught in his throat, but it only got worse when he turned to face Robin.<br/><br/>"Sir, I mean Doctor! I mean, Sir! Doctor Sir! Are you okay?" Bill the waiter asked as he watched the ancient Time Lord took off his hat and pressed it to his chest with one hand whilst he stared at Robin with shock, his caramel eyes wide and unblinking as he gazed upon her.<br/><br/>"Bill the waiter. Does the band do requests?" the Doctor asked, not tearing his eyes away from Robin's as he addressed the gawking waiter, who appeared to be having just as much trouble keeping his eyes off Robin as the Doctor did.<br/><br/>"Uh, I don't think so Doctor," the waiter said nervously before jumping as the Doctor shoved the psychic paper into his face.<br/><br/>"Well they do now, tell them that Frank Sinatra is here and he wants them to sing something smooth that I can dance to with a beautiful girl," the Doctor said a smile finally creeping over his lips as he took Robin's hand and kissed it.<br/><br/>"Sir... this says you died in 1998."<br/><br/>"I took a very long break from my career. Make it happen. Cheryl, Tony, John Wayne, it was lovely meeting with you," the Doctor said back to them, but still didn't bother to even turn his head to face them as he took Robin's wrist and pulled her away to the center of the dance floor.