"It's bad manners to have your feet on the table," the Master said bluntly, watching the Doctor eat the ice cream with a small frown because why would he do it in such an obscene manner... unless the idiot didn't realise. In which case, that was just funny and a little bit sad. Poor Bambi eyed Doctor and his idiotic naivety. The Master eyed his own for a moment before biting right into it.

Yes, biting. Maybe he could freeze himself to death. Or get an horrendous ice cream headache that would somehow remove him from this dull attempt at bonding. It was so obvious what the Doctor's intent was, he almost felt bad for him. Like this would ever work.

"He wants us to get on, probably," Turning his head, he raised an eyebrow at the Doctor. "Not working. Having this freak near me makes me want to retch up my ice cream."