The corner of his mouth twitches, wry. “Most likely you’ve held back just enough to ensure he needs me to verify the information. If it was just a case of pulling it from one of us, he would’ve killed the other months ago.”
The Master’s right, though. And he’s seen how he’s been following Sobek around, slowly gaining more freedom past that first day Sobek allowed him into the interrogation room – there’s a thought, someone allowing the Master to do anything! - and he has to say, he’s been very slippery about it, even by his standards. The Doctor reaches back to try to push himself straighter, his back giving a painful sort of twinge coupled with maybe that’s not the brightest idea you’ve ever had, the Doctor having to bite back a groan. Call it a pride thing, but there are days where he doesn’t feel like humiliating himself in front of the Master.
Re: Eleven and the Master
The Master’s right, though. And he’s seen how he’s been following Sobek around, slowly gaining more freedom past that first day Sobek allowed him into the interrogation room – there’s a thought, someone allowing the Master to do anything! - and he has to say, he’s been very slippery about it, even by his standards. The Doctor reaches back to try to push himself straighter, his back giving a painful sort of twinge coupled with maybe that’s not the brightest idea you’ve ever had, the Doctor having to bite back a groan. Call it a pride thing, but there are days where he doesn’t feel like humiliating himself in front of the Master.
This happens to be one of them.