"A desire to see a grown man piss himself? Will your perverse mind ever cease," the Master mocked, not even willing to rise to the bait because yes, a few times he had felt that kind of horrendous fear that does indeed make one want to piss themselves and curl up into a fetal ball but fortunately for everyone, the Master usually opted for the cleaner and nicer method. Drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness, grovel if he had to and sometimes offer to change his ways. Usually worked, it had a seventy-five percent success rate.

"What will make you snap?" the Master asked with a frown, purposefully trying to ruin the nicer topic just to be a giant party crasher and absolute asshole. He hated playing nice, especially when he'd lost so horribly and was forced to be in the company of the man who'd defeated him. Brought out his pettiest side. "I mean you didn't snap over the genocide of most the population of Earth, the torture of your dearest friends and the mutilation of your favourite creatures. Or maybe you're teetering over that one, barely hanging on. And this whole sitting around having ice-cream bit is just your way of dealing with the ugly truth that you saved a monster for no other reason than your own pathetic longing.."

The Master grinned now, a very happy one, dropping his chair back down on all fours and resting his hand on the table, idly drumming his fingers in familiar beat. "Maybe you've already snapped and that's why you're so -- I don't know, weak? You give in far too easily." Pausing, he looked at the Doctor in a friendly manner, as if he hadn't just been poking him horribly for the past few moments. "Can I have more ice-cream?"