"Why not now?" The Master shrugged as best he could, resting back in the chair in a faux display of comfort. It was painfully clear that the Doctor hadn't a clue what had happened here. He was digging fruitlessly, and the Master saw no reason not to mislead him.

"She's quite a looker, your wife." He liked casually dropping that little bomb. Yes, Doctor, the Master was up to something with your beloved. Something that obviously didn't require clothing. He had to be quite curious, didn't he?