Lilith didn’t wait five seconds after the two humans had gone off to explore the TARDIS before fixing the Doctor with a glare. “You’re not getting out of this conversation,” she warned him.
“And here I thought you’d be worried about my health,” the Doctor said sarcastically.
“Make no mistake, I’m going to drag you down to the med bay eventually.” Lilith said seriously. “But I’m not letting you worm out of talking about something this important.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Even the Dalek knew better than that.”
“The Dalek absorbed the Internet!” the Doctor snapped. “It had it’s own twisted idea of what love is.”
There it was, the real topic of the conversation. “Then clearly my idea is twisted as well because I agree with the freaking pepper pot.” Lilith snapped back.
“Lilith,” the Doctor pinched the bridge of his nose. He was trying to sound unaffected, but Lilith noticed that he refused to meet her eye. “I’m not in love with Rose Tyler.”
“Uncle, you can’t deny that you at least care about her more than you have other companions.”
“She’s interesting, that’s all,” the Doctor insisted. “Have you noticed that she’s slightly telepathic?”
Lilith rolled her eyes. She wasn’t going to get anywhere with him in that state. “Fine. Fine,” she sighed. “It’s not like I really want to know that much about your love life anyway.”
“Med bay. Now.”