Saxon. Saxon Saxon, how did he.. Oh Oh! Now that was interesting. "Good to meet you, but...you're not are you. Come on now I grew up in England and you didn't have to even watch that show to know who you are. Saxon's just a name, isn't it now?" he asked, knowing the truth about just who it was he'd met. Oh he liked this place. It was fascinating. Jim wasn't a Doctor Who fan but he knew the basics. The Master is what he called himself, one of those wonderfully arrogant names he supposed. If he was honest he was a little insulted that he hadn't been recognized from the name, if his fictional counterpart was named the Napoleon of Crime then he wanted that too, Greatest Criminal Mind the world had ever seen and all that.
"I don't stay at the complex either anymore if it helps. They find out about the criminal mastermind thing and suddenly you're a bad person. I don't know, its bias, unfair is what it is, but I'm doing alright. What did you do to put them on edge?"
It didn't surprise Jim that the Master didn't stay at the complex. It wasn't exactly welcoming to people like them, but suddenly he was seeing plans, things he could use the Time Lord for, things he'd help him with. And yes, use, he bet under it all, under the grandeur of who he was he was ordinary too. But he was willing to be proved wrong of course. It might be nice to have an equal. Until of course he had to kill him, he inevitably would, or he'd have to do something to keep himself at the top of the proverbial pile.
"By the way, can I just keep calling you Harry, d'ya mind, only there's not a man in the world I'd be willing to name as Master and I don't know you from Adam yet so, y'know...professional courtesy?"