[For a man that she's sure is fully capable of killing dozens of men, he can be surprisingly gentle. His soft touches have her eyes looking upward to hold his gaze. There's a dimpled smile forming on her face as her thumb traces along his jaw to the corner of his mouth. ]

Then it's a good thing I'm used to trouble. I trust you. I don't need to know or care about more than that.

[It's with a soft chuckle that she pauses there for a moment, realizing what she's about to ask contradicts exactly what she's just said. He may call her on it, or may humor her despite it. Whatever the case, she's too curious to not ask.]

Have a bit of a question, though. What's your real name?

[It may be a rude question, she isn't sure. And she doesn't particularly need to know, since she accepts the Doctor being the Doctor at face value. A name isn't necessarily important. But she wants to dig down beneath the sleeves and physical appearance and get to know the real him even better.]