"Oh shut up, you impetuous fool, I will -- No, no! Stop it! I mean it Doctor, you best stop right now," the Master growled, his monologue stopping mid way as soon as the Doctor started to move his leg, he wanted to fight more but his balance was very tentative and the attempt he made to hop away nearly ended with his arms pulled from the sockets. Why couldn't he of had a normal Doctor? Who just told him off and tried to kill him? And then maybe submitted playfully a little so the Master could have some fun? He was having some fun, sure, but the odds of being left like this made it hard to find it sexy.

One knee was now very much on the bed and the other leg quivered a little, unable to lie flat on the floor and uselessly struggling to stay where it was. He wanted to do something to get back at the Doctor but as it stood, all he could do was glare and try to tug his other ankle free.

"Doctor, I'm not playing any more," the Master insisted, regretting once again that he'd actually said that. He sounded like an annoying child on a playground who was made 'it' and was now sulking. It was obvious he wanted to play, especially given how hard he was now, painfully so. Maybe that was the true source of his frustration after all.

"I'm not helping you tie me up," So yes. Struggling it is.