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"You said you prefered me as male because you want to have sex with me." The Master snapped back at him. She had hardly hit him at all, she had a lot more of a pack in her punch if she needed to prove it. "Do tell me if I'm wrong."

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The Master smiled and closed her eyes for a moment, as if she was savoring it, then opened them again. "Ah, I do love it when you say my name, Doctor." Then she snickered and shook her head, staring up at him, "When have I ever been good at staying dead?"

"I’m not sure. Though, I’m very good at keeping myself entertained so I don’t see why I couldn’t do to the same to you."He smirked and backed away. He motioned for her to come inside and shut the door behind her. "Care for some tea, Master?"

The Master sat down beside him with a sigh, crossing her legs. It had become quite the habit since she had regenerated into a woman. All of the little bouts of ettiquite, she thought she'd eventually kill the makers of it. "Ah, yes, the plans are running very smoothly." She hummed with a nod. The Doctor didn't know about them, so of course they were going smoothly. As they had been for the past century. She was the brilliant one afterall. "And you, Valeyard?" Her pale gaze turned back to him.

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"You should wear stockings, those look like pantyhose to me," he blurted before he could even think.  Where did that come from?  "Sorry," he backtracked, "I mean hello.  I’m Wolf.  John Wolf.  What’s your name."  She smelled of something else.  Of something that wasn’t human.  He’d had that scent in his nose before, but it was so long ago that he was forgetting, that John, who he remembered spent a lot of time with a similar scent, was forgetting.  ”And what are you, exactly?”

"I like pantyhose." She retorted, it's not like it was cold. Not to her at least. Not with her pair of hearts that pumped more blood through her system than usual. It made her a humanoid furnace. She straightened and fixed him with a stern stare, her eyes narrowing at him. Assessing him. Pale eyes flicking over his form. "I'm the Master," Then she offered a slight and mirthless smile, "I'm a Time Lord."

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