Oooh, 'pleasure'. The Master could never say no to that word.

"Perhaps," he whispered back against her lips, and then pressed his own to them, hard. Oh, River was a killer all right. He could make her a queen, someone capable of manipulating and controlling and ultimately ending the Doctor, by his side. Someone truly able to contemplate the glory of a Time Lord empire.

He reached into his pocket for the screwdriver.