He gets to his feet and wipes at his chin, then reaches out for her.
“That hand of yours still gives me the creeps,” she smirks.
“Oi! This is the original model, remember?” he protests, persistently wiggling his fingers.
“Doctor,” she laughs, “I’m all wet.”
“Already?” he asks, eyebrows shooting up.
And, well. How could she refuse an invitation like that
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