The Master licked his ice cream with time, shooting Jack a look of sheer boredom because they were still on this topic? Woah, someone was holding a grudge. It didn't even really happen anyway so why did anyone care? Time was reversed, that counted as a null and made it moot. Or it did in his head anyway. Turning to the Doctor, he purposefully took a massive bite, right through the cone, ignoring how much that hurt his teeth. Dear God, how that hurt! His poor teeth.

And yet he didn't show it... okay, he flinched a little. Ice cream is very cold, okay? Chewing it thoroughly, he looked over at Jack's attempt at a threat with clear disinterest, knowing that this was probably going to lead to yet another fight he'd lose. "Doctor, you said this wasn't an excuse for Jack to get revenge. Could you please stop him from trying to? It's becoming a headache."

Then, licking his lips, he sat back thoughtfully. "If he kicks me in the face, do I have right to fight back? Am I allowed to do that, dear Doctor? Or do I get punished and he gets away with it? As usual. I'm starting to feel unloved and neglected here, like you two just fancied a punching bag. Most prisons would tut at your conduct here, you know?"