"Well, we might be able to negotiate, you can never be too sure of the outcomes. I just ask you not to be impulsive, it's the mark of a foolish man," the Master was basically just saying words at this point, trying to convince this mad man who was currently removing his pillowcase with an oddly ominous air. All the more confirmed when the blindfold was pulled on and he was very much in the dark on what was happening to him.

That cold metal. The clear threat. Oh yes, it was very much enough to kill his resolve. As it turned out, yes, Gods truly do bleed. Or he would anyway. And he really didn't want to lose this body, he desperately needed it.

"N-Now, come on, we can negotiate things," the Master tried, feeling a little less confident in escaping. "What do you want? Money? Power? ... To be a God? I can give you all these things! And more! But you have to untie me."