The Doctor was still in a state of shocked wonder. Not about the Master being a woman, he'd taken and accepted that in stride, just because it hadn't happened so far didn't mean it wouldn't ever happen, he probably had one due soon, too. Maybe with ginger hair, here was hoping. But he'd gone from dying after losing everything and everyone to saving the Master, not so much dying any longer and then the Master had regenerated.

In the end he smiled, reaching up to run his fingers through the Master's hair. Why did she always have to look good? He wasn't exactly complaining, but how was this fair?

"You'll really need a different wardrobe."

That hoodie smelled.