The Master opened his jacket, and sure enough, his perfectly white shirt had been stained a lovely brown. Under normal circumstances he might've been angry, but he couldn't seem to keep it together long enough. It occured to him that their arses were getting rather wet from the tea on the floor as well. He threw his head back and roared with laughter.

He looked over at The Doctor and couldn't resist mussing his hair. He slicked it back, laughing at the way it fell at such a wonky angle.