Somehow, amidst all the flirting and the fidgeting Eleven realized that he didn't want to run. Sure she confused the hell out of him, often irritated and frustrated him, and was otherwise a nuisance... but so was he. He also knew that no matter how he sliced it, kidnapping magic castle notwithstanding, their time was limited. It was only a matter of time until... no. He wouldn't think about that. Not now. But he also wasn't going to let it stop him from thinking about... or doing... anything else.

He smiles, reaching up and brushing his fingers across her cheek, "Oh, River. Somehow I find it unlikely you need to practice."