The Master huffed a small laugh. "It usually works. Don't give me that look," he pointed his finger accusatorially. "I don't mean human women, I mean you. Now how many times have we - and what did I have to do? Nothing. You were lonely, or you were hurting, the little bleeding-heart you are, and all I had to do was be there. Now I'm supposed to woo you just because you've got a twat?"

He stood. "You're lucky this means something to me otherwise I'd curb your bloody computer and leave you stranded. Move over." He nudged her with his foot. "Oi, move over, I'll - I'll fix your TARDIS, how's that. Is that enough?"