"My face? Oh, yeah." The Doctor ran a hand through his hair and tried to read the Master's face, something that was a lot more difficult when he wore a blindfold, for obvious reasons. He smiled and shook his head, carefully freeing some of his dark hair from the blindfold. "Don't worry about that. You won't really have to deal with it." He would make him forget about all of this, he had to, but he still figured it might be better to keep the spoilers to a minimum. At least that might be more likely to keep the mood nice and pleasant.

"I'm just revisiting the good old times." He leaned his forehead against the Master's, one hand against his chest, feeling a heartbeat that perhaps really didn't exist anywhere else in the universe anymore, outside of paradoxical meetings that he made possible out of selfish longing. "But that's refreshing. You not complaining."