"Oh she taught me lots of things," Jack said, shoving his hands onto his hips and straightening his back, standing tall.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied in a weak attempt to pretend the Master was wrong. But that was never likely to work, was it. As much as he disliked the Master, he had to respect the amount of power he had. He wasn't some chancing alien trying to get his way. He was a Time Lord. One of a great and powerful race. He was no trifle, and he wasn't a man to take lightly.

He paced back and forth a little and sighed. "So where is this going then? You just want me to stand here and bicker with you?"

He thought he'd try a different direction. Don't appear frightened. Try to reason with him.