Cat got your tongue? || closed for Gingerten
Something like guilt made the Master cringe inwardly when he saw the kicked puppy look on the Doctor’s face.
Why did he look at him like that?! This wasn’t okay, it really wasn’t, and it made him feel like an awful person who had left a cute and fluffy little pup alone outside in the rain.
With a sigh he grabbed the Doctor’s hand after he had finished wrapping it up and blew a light kiss on his fingers. Probably the closest thing to an apology the Doctor would get.
The Master simply didn’t know what else he should do to cheer the Doctor up again, so he went for a grumpy “It’s not your fault, doggy.”
Maybe not the wisest choice of words.
But now it was too late to take the words back again and he would just have to wait and see what the Doctor would do next.
The Doctor winced slightly as the Master kissed his hand. “Oi, watch it…” he warned, a glare in his eyes, but an indignant smile playing on his lips. He was certainly not just a “doggy”. If anything, he thought having called the Master “kitten” would have earned him a scratch, not a misplaced hand.
Leaning in again after a moment, he whispered in the Master’s ear.
"If I can’t do that without getting scratched, then tell me where I am and am not allowed…"
His hands gently settled on the Master’s legs as he spoke, and he shifted his body around so that he was kneeling instead of just sitting on his bum.