The hands clapsed round the Doctor's own teacup tightened until the knuckles turned white, a ragged breath escaped him and his eyes shut in concentration, almost discomfort, as the Master delved through his thoughts.

If that's not what you wanted then why come here in the first place? Seems pretty stupid to me if that's what you're expecting me to do. Not exactly the best end to your elaborate scheme. I mean, do you want me to 'keep you'? Does everything here have to have some sort of motive behind it, or...

He sighed and his next thought was almost gentle, a counterpoint to the restess drums. Why don't you just tell me what you want for once?