The Master turned to the other doctor, amusement clear on his face. “hmmm…? Let who go? Lucy? I think i’m entitled to hold my wife’s hand.”
He looks in her direction, a smirk on his lips. “Plus… its not like i’ve done anything to her… not really.” he chuckles.
She watches his expression turn from angry to incredulous, before she holds up a hand to cut off his sentence. (“She’s not Lucy, she’s me! And what are you talking about, of course you’ve done -”)
And then she laughs, bright and loud, pretending to wipe away tears from her eyes, wrapping an arm around her husband. “Sike! We really fooled you, played you like a fiddle…you really thought that would work on me? That I’d really betray my hearts and soul, or that he’d be so fickle as to forsake me because I’m you but better? Ahaha, that’s just brilliant, isn’t it. How hilarious.”
The master Grinned in amusement and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Oh how much fun it is to fool you.. and its just Sooooooo easy.”
“Tho…. Of course one day that will just get boring and very predictable.”
