She laughed as he spoke to the horse, and rolled her eyes. “Will she? Good. I have to talk to her about some things.” She sighed, as she glanced over to him. “—but never mind that. How are you? How is Strax doing?”
He looks at her and squeezes her hand. “What!? River, come on. ‘Course i’ve shared a bed with someone…” He laughs nervously and bites his lip. “Well…” he sighs. “I’ve shared a bed with someone a long, long time ago. Almost 800 years to be precise.” He releases her hand so he can play with his fingers and he takes another deep sigh.
“But it’s just a bed, right?” He looks at her with a smile. “So, you say the bed is good, yeah? That’s good. I’d hate to have to go furniture shopping. To domestic for me.” He makes a face of disgust.
“—I’m sorry, I just didn’t know. You seem a bit clueless on this subject. I always assumed you did but—” She smirked over at him, “never mind… Eight hundred years though? Wow.”
“It’s not just a bed, Doctor. —It is, but when you’re sharing it with someone, it becomes much more. You’ll learn.” She tapped her his nose, turning on her side to look at him. “And yes, the bed is fine. Why are you so worried about the bed?”