As it stood right now, the Doctor couldn't even muster being annoyed. There was a deep-seated joy that he felt, replacing some of the constant dread and misery he'd been carrying around for so long. He watched the Master with a grin, finally starting to change the TARDIS's course.

"What time and place do you fancy?" Sure, he tended to be inspired by Earth fashion, but he didn't want to be presumptuous. And time-wise, well, if she wanted to dress in just a handful of furs, who was he to stop her? He definitely wouldn't be one to complain.