Not allowed to? Whatever did she mean by that? They had been torn from their place in time and space. Were there really any spoilers? Was there really anything she could tell him that would be damaging? The Master frowned at being scolded like he was a child. As angry as the Master was, he bottled his rage, and cleared his throat. He wanted to yell at her, remind her off how he controlled her, changed her, made her into a paradox machine. But he didn't. No, that was behind him. And he had lost. Things had changed, hadn't they?
"He won't" he replied somewhat bitterly. "He won't face me" he laughed. "No..." he added, with some sadness in his voice. He lowered his head. "You can't help me.... you won't help me. The Doctor.... " he said, looking at her. "Won't help me. No one will help me" he said, starting to lose his temper. "I have solutions, believe me, I do... But that would involve the Doctor losing a few lost souls, wandering this TARDIS and he wouldn't like that very much now would he?" he asked her. His rage faded away and left in it's place, stood a very scared man, solitary and divided.