Amor Vincit Omnia

The Doctor's lips part as he stares at the woman seated above him; she is draped over her throne, a mass of tight curls, glittering gold, and red silken fabric.
He has never been particularly interested in the opposite sex (or indeed, his own) but to his shock the first words that come to mind are /beautiful, stunning/. Although she rakes piercing green eyes over his form and this is followed quickly by /deadly/. A shiver goes down his spine. Fear, he tells himself – he will forever deny it could be excitement.