He really trusted her, there was something about that fact that made her feel bad not because he couldn't he could, generally speaking. She'd never hurt him but the fact she was sleeping with the Master behind his back when he'd done so many terrible things to the Doctor made her feel guilty. This new body really was a nightmare to live with. "I dare say he'd try," she agreed, sounding slightly distracted, "but I very much doubt he'd get away with it." The Rani after all was not a forgiving woman.
Taking a seat opposite him, she reached for the bottle on the table between them and poured shots into two shimmering blue glasses and pushed one over to him. "You don't like my taste in TARDIS decor?" she asked, smiling over at him, "but perhaps you're right, although it's not as if I spend very much time in here. You know me, always in the lab. I suppose that's why I keep this room like this, it reminds me a little of it."