The Master smiled thinly. "Apparently not," he observed, stalking the perimeter of the room so that Jamie would have to turn with him... or risk showing the Master his back again. His choice, such as it was.

"Apparently your Lord thinks you've been holding out on him. Keeping secrets." He clucked his tongue in mocking disapproval. "You know we can't have that, Jamie."

He stopped near the chair then and snapped his fingers; instantly several of the guards approached Jamie, reaching out to restrain him and drag him to the chair. The Master grinned hideously, looking as though he were truly going to savor this.

"And that's where I come in."