The Doctor shrugged, completely unperturbed by the glare. "Suit yourself. All the more for me then."

He cupped a mug of tea in both hands and leaned against the counter, a small line between his eyebrows as he watched the Master devour his sandwich.

"Strange..." he mused. "Very strange, in fact. Though I guess that we really don't know what to expect, what with -" He cut himself off and changed the subject. "Anyway," he said with a heavy sigh, "M'not surprised you're hungry now. Seems to me you haven't really given much thought to eating, erm... recently."