It was The Master's turn to freeze when he heard The Doctor's comment. He built a funeral pyre for him, as was proper for their people. No degrading burial like a human - he didn't defile his corpse, at least. But he wasn't sure what unnerved him more; that his body had been incinerated, or that The Doctor had gone through the trouble to perform a funeral rite.

He stopped and stood awkwardly in the threshold. He turned to the other man and gave a crooked half-smile.

"I'm your guest. Place looks a bit different from the last time I've been inside it, so."