–wrong, wrong, wrong, no, not possible even in a place without stars there shouldn't be–

The Master didn't have it in him to find a roll of duct tape and use it on the Doctor's mouth. As it was, he happened to know that wine wasn't the only thing the other was carrying on his person. He reached into the Doctor's right coat pocket and pulled out a bottle of scotch (it looked like that bottle had just sort of appeared there, as it had made no impression on the fabric and looked slightly too big to fit in a coat pocket) while introductions were made.

He didn't even bother to wave this time, before opening the bottle and chugging. The Doctor really didn't have the right to stop him at this point.