"Well, hello. River Song, archaeologist. Part-time Gallifreyan, full-time Sex-On-Legs. What do we have here, then?”
“That was on a different universe.” He said to defend himself. “Also, I had a pretty bad taste back then.”
"Oi, you married me back then. Watch it, cheeky."
"You’re getting a bit full of yourself in your old age, my love."
“When id I look like that?”
"The cheeky little number you wore when we got married, finally. Floppy hair, all arms and legs. Sweet little thing, like a baby giraffe."
“Well, sweetie, I’ve known several of you, yes. You happen to be all around my time line.”
“Well. You certainly don’t look like a twelve year old geography teacher any more.”
“Oh good lord. When are you? At the beginning of your regeneration again? Because that’s so sassy of you.”
"Oh, we’ve got some one who knows all the Songs. I may take a gander at guessing who it is I’m talking to, or are we above games, dear? And I’m whenever you want me to be, with a face like that."
"Well, hello darling. You’ve got this awfully timey wimey voidy glow about you, when are you from? River Song. Archaeologist. Part-Time Gallifreyan. Full Time Sex-On-Legs. How d’you do?"
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@ Pretty Boy The Exceptionally Tall
“Ooh, I’ve worked out plenty; but, in your words — spoilers,” he grinned impishly at her, head inclined. “If that’s the case, then… Catch me up,” the Doctor shrugged simply, taking a step closer his little anomaly.
"You’d make time cave in on itself to know what colour pants I’m wearing. How very schoolboy." she chuckled, knowing full well she’d piqued his interest the first time they’d met. Oh, he wasn’t hers, not yet. But it was fun to tease him, all the while. She couldn’t much get away with it with his older self.