Just to double check because the Doctor did have questionable judgement, the Master reached down to check that he, or rather she, did indeed have breasts. Nice handful, pretty perky, she was pleased. She didn't move from the Doctor's arm like she usually would. Instead, with a playful smile, she simply toyed with his hair and stroked his face, as if she was studying him.

"You're not crying any more," She liked that. She only wanted him to cry when she made him intentionally. That was how things went. After a little while longer, she moved into a sitting position, rubbing her neck. "Good. Last thing I need is a weepy reception."