So she did know who he was? Not really all that surprising but still.... the things she said. #You have nothing, you own nothing'.... Those words were harsh, and to the Master, they were both true and untrue at the same time. He carried no possession, of course, that was was true. He had no real home. He had few to turn to. In a way he had nothing. The Master frowned and looked down for a moment, before lifting his head to look at her again.
"What I have, you can't see...." he replied, smirking a touch. "But that isn't important. There's something else, much more important, that concerns me. Something your dear Doctor still hasn't helped me with yet, despite what I did for him... or has he forgotten?" he asked, squinting slightly. The Doctor never forgot but he ignored. And The Master was tired of being ignored. Tired of being alone. Sick of boredom.
The Master did not ask for help. He didn't like doing it, but what choice did he have? Of course.... he was stubborn. "How much do you remember?" he asked curiously. "About me..."