The Master just smiles back blandly. His hunch was correct. It's clear John has quite a thing for this Aeryn, and those sorts of simpering feelings can always prove themselves useful later on.

It doesn't make them any less disgusting, though.

"Oh, every girl knows," he says. "And everyone has their price. Perhaps you haven't figured out what hers is yet."

He tightens his grip ever so slightly on John. "Maybe I can help. Why don't you tell me more about her?"