[The Master knows he's a diva; that's already been established like a billion years ago. His face is a façade of cool and calmness, his hands stuck in his trousers pockets. He's well aware that the Doctor could attack him at anytime, but he has no worries about this. He has everything under control.]

I do have to admit that recounting stories of my shining brilliance does get a little dull after a while. Especially in the company of monkeys like these humans you're so fond of.