The urge to go with a blatant cliche and laugh maniacally was nearly too amusing an idea to resist, but resist he did. He settled for a lazy, self-satisfied smile.

Then promptly reached over and pinched the skin of his chest rather hard.

"Well, these things are quite complicated. I'm assuming that by you you're implying him. By him one could automatically assume that you're speaking of the Master and since the Master-" He grins and waves as if to say hello.

"-Is moonlighting as a pile of ashes more than likely a) scattered or b) sitting in an urn on a shelf in the TARDIS, I can assume that you don't literally mean me. So no, he's not here." he announces, smiling slyly.

"Just us."