The Doctor frowns.

“I’m not blathering,” he protests. “Look, I don’t know where or how this place is- I mean, I was sort of hoping, now that you’re here…” –And the Master will scoff, he’s sure, but he knows that the other won’t be able to resist the allure of a mind that follows the same patterns and logics as his own any more than the Doctor can–

“Couldn’t we have some sort of truce?” he ventures. “Just for” –here– “now?”