"Time Lords don't admit to being perfect or acting like they are," The Master scoffed, "Then again, some of us do." He offered an endearing smile, hoping the jab would pass for something humorous, even if he had been less than friendly just before their encounter. It helped ease of the tension of companions' past n his mind. It even helped with the drums. They were still there, but they had grown quieter as though the score called for a piano for a measure or two.

The Master didn't want to acknowledge how the place's title had irked him, but it still came through. "Prayer is cheap, no offense," he said with an exasperated tone. "As for this place, I've seen it, but never went in."