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[seated in an ornate armchair, speaking in fluent, articulate, and rather pleasant-to-the-ears Gallifreyan]

It's actually a bit disgusting, hearing you lot speak Gallifreyan so primitively. Like chanting off - no, that metaphor's incomprehensible without a background in high mathematics. Fine. Like writing Calculus and finding everyone else doing basic algebra.

[then he changes to Russian - less articulate, of course, but he's comfortable with the language]

This one, though, this one's a bit ironic. Look at me, the Master, the deathless, blathering on in Russian. Haven't been in ages, should probably go back and put a few more legends into the locals.

[sips from his wine, and slips back into Gallifreyan]

At least the people of the city still understand me.

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[waves at him]

[grabs his wrist, and after a moment's hesitation, pins him down to the ground and sits on him]

There. Much better.

[blinks, looking up at him] You do that a lot.

[frowns, because he's sitting on the Doctor and he wants his wine. But it's all the way over at his chair]

[pokes the Master curiously]

[grabs the Doctor's wrist to stop him from doing that again]

[looks at his hand, then kisses it]

[he's surprised into a reflexive backhanded slap] What was that supposed to be?

[winces, rubbing his face] Blimey. Didn't know you hated it so much.

Don't sulk.

[he stands up and starts straightening himself up]

[stands up as well, brushing himself off and, well, follows the Master]

I don't think I said 'heel.'

[he returns to his chair, picks up his wine glass, and sips from it]

[just stands by his chair] We should get food for our languages tonight.

[looks at him, and asks, as if the Doctor repeating will make it clear] What?

[feels so silly for what he's about to mime out but he points to his throat, then puts his fingers together in chopstick motions] Food for languages?

Russian and Japanese, then?

I'm just going to assume you got it this time and nods. [nods]

I don't want to coordinate with our languages.

[pouts] Oh, that look.

You're just mad you got stuck with Russian.

I'll decide what we have to dinner.

[nods a bit] You know, you usually look so grumpy.

[touches the Doctor's cheek] What was that, Doctor? Something you want to tell me?

[blinks, glancing at his hand] ...What? What did you just say? ...That's not fair at all.

Something the matter, Doctor?

And I heard my name in that one, Master.