*sneaks up behind the Doctor and kisses the back of his neck*
"Oh, is that you, my dear Mast-" Before he turned around he realized his mistake. He cleared his throat and attempted correct it. "-Mara, my dear Mara."
"Yes, but why now? I thought we were having a night out.”
"That was tonight? I may have gotten my nights mixed up."
"Yes, our tickets to Evita are for tonight. So unless the Master has suddenly developed a taste for modern musical theater, this is our night.”