She tickles me - damn, but I hate being ticklish - and I laugh and let her snuggle against me. I've missed her, far too much to be a positive thing for my sanity. When she gazes up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers, I'm lost.

I raise my eyebrows at the clue. "We're not alone? Well, it can't be those UNIT idiots... And the twins are asleep." I look at her with puppy-dog eyes and whisper, "My barter is very good..."

And I lick her throat with the tip of my tongue.