“Yes, well, that makes sense enough doesn’t it? Being born a time ship doesn’t exactly prepare one for teeth. I don’t think I like teeth, actually.” Her tone was matter of fact but after a short moment, she added: “Except for biting. Biting is excellent.”

Glancing to the kettle as it whistled, Sexy watched the man whom had taken her from their home planet got up to get going on preparing the drinks for them to share. Leaning on her arm to watch him as he set everything down, she crossed her legs beneath the table and gave a bit of a smirk at his reaction to being called a thief. He really shouldn’t be surprised after all, he was a thief when it came to herself and the Doctor had taken her without the intent to ever return her back to the museum that she had been stored within. Idris, however, had no issue with the situation. There was never anyone she would rather be with anymore and she would have hated to be alone after everything they had been through together.

“You have quite the reputation. Actually, you have many various reputations.” Leaning on her arm, she gave him a bit of what could certainly be taken as a flirtatious smirk, not that the woman herself was aware of her flirt toward him. “And among them, darling, is being a thief.”