The Master would be far more likely to do the handcuffing, of course, but he would appreciate the sentiment at least.

"Patience, patience," he murmurs, but he's grinning against her lips. Whisper his name like that and a thrill of pleasure tiptoes up his spine. Every time.

"Of course I do. I have a plan for each and every one on this ship. And you and I? We'll rule this universe from on high. And the Doctor will be nothing more than a memory. Now, how does that sound?"