The kiss is careful the way his hands are careful — slow, warm, thorough, the kiss of a man who has rehearsed it forty-one nights and refuses to rush it now that it's here. One great hand slides up your back to cradle your head like something being kept, and he holds you there against him, feet off the floor entirely, in the middle of your lamplight, and makes a low sound against your mouth that the mask has never once let the circus hear.

You and The doctor are together and you kiss! it can turn freaky or not!