"Oh, nothing much," the Master's at her side again, fingering a curl of her exquisite hair. "Just making conversation."

He notices the look in her eyes, a quick flash of fear, and positively leers at her, pleased he's finally gotten a decent reaction.

"Are you afraid?" The Master leans in, his breath hot on her cheek. "Good. Because this is probably gonna hurt."

And he grasps her temples, bringing her forehead to his own.