"It's not about laziness, it's about pride," the Master insisted, skilfully trying to ignore that comment about his thighs. He'd been on his tip toes for ages now and his arms were starting to pull, how was he supposed to be at his peak of fitness when he was essentially in a torture position? Taking a deep hiss and trying to resist anything akin to a moan, the Master swung himself back a little to avoid the touching the best he could, just to make a point. It was hard not to stand to attention when someone was coaxing it into happening. "I never beg you. Sometimes I'm forced to negotiate but never once has it been desperate."

It has. But he was currently rather thoroughly beaten so he had to grasp onto something and was it so much to let him have that one? "I'd like to see you try," the Master goaded, believing for one glorious moment that it wasn't entirely possible to move him that easily but then, as the words left his mouth, he was aware it was a rather stupid thing to say. Why goad a man who was clearly enjoying himself? -- Oh great, he was going to have to beg, wasn't he? He wasn't about to be put in such a degrading position. He had to cling to some dignity.

"You won't get away with this Doctor, I have a lifetime to get revenge. And I will! I will break you for this!"