The Doctor hesitated warily. The Master was dangerous at the best of times, and considering that he considered being alive to mean he'd lost his little game - there went another psychologist's field day - he was going to be boiling over, no matter how well-dressed he looked. Not to mention that little blood clot there...

He folded his arms. "Don't tell me you used telekinesis to find me?" he said, avoiding the question for now. "You could have done yourself some real damage there. Well," he amended, "more than usual."