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The Doctor whistled to himself, enjoying the new ambiance of the console room as Amy made free with the TARDIS's wardrobe. Yes, Amy'd work out tolerably well. Thought on her feet, had oodles of composure. A bit too into bondage for his tastes (well, what he assumed were his tastes--still a bit under-done, he was).
He scowled at the TARDIS's question. "Of course not! All right, it was fun with Jack, but this is different, with the tie and the handcuffs and all."
He felt his ship's disapproval.
"No, he said firmly. "We are so not going there again."
