Jack had dealt with whiny prisoners before, and instead of replying to him, he just yanked his wrists up his back and kicked him in the heels to get him walking forward. "You can apologise to me later once we've got the boy tucked in," he said flatly. His patience was paper thin by now, held together only by the Doctor's presence. He was certain that had he been left to take care of the Master by himself, that he'd have removed at least three or four of his teeth by now.