In a quick movement the Doctor rose from where he was seated and advanced on the Master, stopping a short distance away and folding his hands behind his back as he spoke.

"Come on, hasn't this gone on long enough already? You're not going to be able to keep me here, you know. Even with this House and your screwdriver - made from mine, don't forget - it won't work."

He rocked on his heels, a little battered and bruised, but no less confident in himself and his chances for escape. "Just let me leave now, and I'll go. You keep to yourself while I get everyone home again, no one gets hurt, and we can pick this up again later."

He smiled faintly. "Think of this as the final offer to make a change, do something different for once. To be the best that you can be instead of what you are."