"Your footwork is terrible," the Master says, much to his dislike of agreeing with Morgana. He rubs at his face with his free hand, and he stares down at the blood left on the back of it with disdain. His nose is broken, again. Why must people keep insisting on breaking his nose?

His head lolls back and he glances at Morgana. "I promise I won't break your pet convict too much."