The Master cried out against his better judgement, jerking in pain as he tugged uselessly again at the ties around his arms to try and get himself away from the bed and the position he was stuck in. What did he do to him?! How did -- no, he didn't put something in him? That wasn't fair! That was cheating. All ideas of playing nice died as he growled angrily, thrashing beneath the Doctor. What did it matter if he upset him? There didn't seem to be a way to win this.

"You mental bastard," the Master spat out, despite his voice being rough and quiet, all together hard to understand. It came with being strangled like that. "Piss off!"