Sam pulled him into the room. “It’s called going undercover. Thought you’d know all about that, what with you and the Doctor investigating things all the time.”
“Oh, aye,” said Jamie, never wanting to look ignorant. Then he frowned. “But how does that help us stop Gathred and those wee angry thingies?”
Sam turned around. “Look, all it means is that someone comes in here, wanting to know what we’re doing in a hotel room, we don’t tell them that we got it for the balcony so we could watch the dodgy alien in the offices opposite. We –”
“Sir, madam?” said someone at the door.
Sam demonstrated her point by kissing Jamie long and enthusiastically.
“- Do that,” she said, once room service had beaten a hasty retreat.
Jamie/Sam - Pretending to be married, 173 words
Sam pulled him into the room. “It’s called going undercover. Thought you’d know all about that, what with you and the Doctor investigating things all the time.”
“Oh, aye,” said Jamie, never wanting to look ignorant. Then he frowned. “But how does that help us stop Gathred and those wee angry thingies?”
Sam turned around. “Look, all it means is that someone comes in here, wanting to know what we’re doing in a hotel room, we don’t tell them that we got it for the balcony so we could watch the dodgy alien in the offices opposite. We –”
“Sir, madam?” said someone at the door.
Sam demonstrated her point by kissing Jamie long and enthusiastically.
“- Do that,” she said, once room service had beaten a hasty retreat.
Jamie nodded. “Aye. Right. Nice plan. Mrs McCrimmon.”
“Just to make it really convincing,” said Sam, with a worryingly thoughtful look on her face, “we should get in the bed next time, don’t you think?”