Listening to the Doctor was becoming increasingly difficult the longer that the Master continued to talk. He'd heard all of this before, and it pissed him off just as much now as it had back then. But that was back before he could do anything about it to get him to shut up. He didn't even look at the Doctor, just glaring straight past him to that smug bastard mocking him and his team. There were so many things he'd have liked to do to him, but none of them would let him stay on the TARDIS for very long.

He couldn't take any more. Jack's patience was so much less than the Doctor's, and he was sure that later he would regret that, but for now, he stepped past the Doctor, pulling a handkerchief out from his pocket. He wrapped the cloth around his knuckles and as hard as he could, struck the Master in the jaw with that fist. It stung, but not nearly as badly as he was sure it hurt the other man more.

Once he'd shaken out his fist, he unwrapped the handkerchief and grabbed the Master by the jaw to force it open so he could stuff the cloth in his mouth. "You had your chance to speak and apologise. You've now lost that privilege."