The relief he felt when the Doctor's tapping stopped wasn't immense enough to completely temper his anger at his continued insolence, but it was still quite palpable. He couldn't have that sort of distraction again. The Master nodded to the Drudges stationed in the room, and they obediently reached to restrain the Doctor's wrists, their movements even stiffer than usual. The House was still healing, and everything hurt.

"What makes you think I'm going to let you talk?" he shot back in the same pleasant tone, reaching into his pocket to pull out the screwdriver. He'd rather hear the Doctor scream.