Shamal froze. Well, he wasn't expecting that. Not that he minded of course! The Doctor waggled his eyebrows at the young Italian woman.

"You like it ~ ?" He sips his espresso, pinching the handle delicately with pinky extended as he brought it to his lips. The Doctor leaned back in his chair, making it stand on it's back legs as he rested his unoccupied arm behind his head. The picture of relaxation, that man was.