I am... aware of the situation. You took advantage of my own design, my escape plan... I will not make the same mistake again. The next time, I shall give myself to the project soul and body. No reservations.
[He stops for a moment, yes... There was something he could gloat about.]
Did you really think that freak accident of a friend of yours was intelligent enough to find such blatant flaws in my Dalek's design? Why do you think my laboratory had been constructed for use by humanoids, and not simply Dalek input? I had hidden the information within layers of coding and design for when the time came to destroy them and create a new race of loyal Daleks from the ashes! Your precious Human-Time Lord Metacrisis simply stumbled across my work...
[True or not, he was no longer sure. But the idea had certainly entered his mind, and it was possible... Slowly a grin spreads across his face.]
Speaking of which, the idea of a metacrisis sounds rather... Unstable, to me. How was she, Doctor? Another sad face to add to the endless list of pointless deaths in your name...?