The Master talking so gently was in many ways worse than hearing his smug self satisfied little rants. So much worse than hearing him threaten or wage war. This was quiet, and quietly dangerous. And there was nothing he could do about that.
"What? What do you want?" Jack asked quickly, his gaze flickering up at the Master.
It wasn't an agreement, because of course he had no plans on agreeing to anything.
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Date: 2009-11-22 03:05 pm (UTC)"What? What do you want?" Jack asked quickly, his gaze flickering up at the Master.
It wasn't an agreement, because of course he had no plans on agreeing to anything.