“You’re pretty.”

itsjustkind:

“I know you’re just trying to make me smile.”

It works, obviously. His resting frown is gone almost as soon as the words are said. People don’t generally tell him that, and he’s quite sure the Master doesn’t mean it. He’s amused anyway, whether it’s a genuine compliment or not. 

“You win.”

TELL THE DOCTOR HE’S PRETTY

The Master narrows his eyes at the Doctor, then bursts into jolly cackles.

      “You’re BEAUUUUUTIFUL,” he howls like a jackal in the desert, while 
       returning to his work welding together a new convoluted contraption of
       some sort.     

He turns off the device to add, glibly and perkily, 

     “I know.”