"Well it would for you," the Master grumbled as he tried his best not to give in too much to those wandering hands. He wasn't some wanton Earth girl who swooned and yearned for more. Oh no, he was the Master, he was a God here. And he was very much going to stand his ground and try to be as unaroused as he possibly could. Just to spite him. Of course that plan would work better if he was less hard and flushed but hey, you can't win every battle.

"Tenth?" He was quite far ahead them. Double figure now? Not long till the end. Unless he was much like the Master and into the idea of body snatching, he had around three more lives left. How time has flown. "I was ginger once. I think. I only had the body for ten minutes," Mine field - less said the better. Needlessly to say, there was a reason why he'd shot through all his bodies and regenerations too fast.

With a stubborn glare on his face, he renewed his attempts at freeing his hands, clearly not impressed by that last comment. Did the Doctor just accuse him of never following through? No, he always did! How dare he suggest such a thing? "My dear Doctor, it seems you're getting forgetful. I always know what I'll do. I could tell you right now, right here, just what I'd do if I had you like this."