"Isn't she a bit old for you?"
The Doctor tilted his head and blinked. He looked at River. Totally gorgeous River.
He tried to think about it from a human perspective. To them, she looked older than him, even though in reality he was older than her, centuries older.
Yet, that was one of the things he found attractive about her. Oh, not that she looked older than him. That was completely immaterial. He came from a race where the old could look young and the young could look old. It was only his long exposure to human society that made it possible for him to understand what they meant.
But River, even if she could have lived to be old in that body, (his throat tightened, and he refused to think about it) even if she'd lived to be old and gray-haired she'd still be glorious. All that hair would simply have become a halo of silver fire, and she'd be even naughtier.
He knew his River.
She was watching him, wondering how he'd answer the officer's question. A little smile on her mouth. That kissable mouth. Those sparkling eyes. That devilishly tilted eyebrow.
"I'm older than I look," he explained, straightening his jacket.
River tilted back her head and laughed.