The Master listened to La Marseillaise devotedly, pacing the room. Sure, the Doctor didn't know and will never know — because the Master would never confess — but he took interest in everything the Doctor liked. He read tellurian books, listened to their music, explored history and art, trying to get what attracted his sworn friend in this good-for-nothing planet so much. Unremarkable race, weak and manageable.
Well, he should admit there was the bright side. Their thirst for resistance only added some spice to his games.
"Oh, Doctor," the Master grinned, rubbing his hands. "Mind you, you chose them — not me."
