It Fitz Perfectly!
Dorothee looked deep into the hazel eyes of the ninth doctor. True, his hair was straggly, and he needed a shave, but there was an undefinable cuteness about him.
"I think the scariest adventure of this regeneration must have been fighting Big Bob," he said, simply. "Giant with no limbs, lived in a big tank. Looked innocent enough, but had a nasty bite."
He rolled his sleeve.
"Of course, the marks have gone now...."
Dorothee reached over anyway, stroking his arm, her eyes locked on his.
"Fitz!" came a voice from the other side of the bar. "Put Dorothee down!"