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[demnify.livejournal.com]

Well then, Mr. Hunt. I do believe last night's events proved me right. Don't bother disputing them - you know as well as I who came out the victorious one.

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he purrs]

True. It doesn't mean change is necessarily beneficial...

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he takes a slight step closer]

No, but it certainly can be...

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Everything can be beneficial...

[he almost seems to be contemplating something for a moment, not moving at all from his current spot]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...

[his gaze becomes sharper, running down the Master before meeting his eyes again]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he cocks his head slightly]

Yes, my dear, dear Doctor?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he leans closer, just slightly, murmuring]

I'm merely considering certain benefits.

[and then he straightens, a faint smile on his lips]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he smirks a bit]

Oh? And do you care to divulge what benefits those may be?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he raises a hand, trailing his fingers down the Master's chest]

Pleasure. Connection. Distraction.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he draws away from the touch out of habit before moving back into place]

All of those very good ones, if I may state.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[it doesn't surprise him; his hand never withdraws]

Generally.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he eyes it warily for a moment]

I doubt if I could find reason to decline.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[it rises, then, tapping the Master's nose as a smirk tugs at his lips]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he chuckles]

Just teasing, Doctor?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[a grin lights his features]

Perhaps.

[a smooth step back, his hand hovering before him, inviting]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he steps forward, licking his teeth just a bit]

I don't take kindly to being teased...

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[another step back, light, almost sprightly]

No?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and his movements are careful, almost the stalking of a cat]

No. In fact, I tend to make those sorts suffer.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[suddenly his hand falls, and he steps right against the Master, whispering against his lips]

I look forward to it.

[and with that he fades away]