The Master took a deep almost desperate gasp of breath, not even sure how much he actually needed it. He didn't care if he was taking the breath from the Doctor, he just had to do it, he had to know he wasn't going to lose this precious oxygen he was so in need of. Once he felt like he could breath better with his raw aching throat and the spots had left his eyes, he jerked his head down to try and get away from the Doctor's lips.

He didn't care what the man did, he refused to be used like this. He wouldn't be anyone prisoner, he wasn't that sort of man. He had to reign it in, hide his fear.