Now that the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, the Master knew he didn't need to hide behind his human alias anymore. At least with Jim. "You got me there," he admitted with a smile. "I am the Master. But until I'm certain I'm not going to be killed or that nothing else unsavory would be done to me, I prefer the alias. Saves me some trouble sometimes." Which it did because while Doctor Who seemed more popular in Britain than it did here, there were still times when people would stop him on the street, thinking he was this Jon Simm. Humans. He never understood their silliness like that.
"They're all a bunch of self-righteous, self-sacrificing heroes. As for what I did, a while back I had a contraption that originally was meant to heal on a planet-wide scale. I reconfigured it and turned everyone on the planet, except for those self-sacrificing heroes sadly, into copies of me. After that, only Romana has stayed by my side and not condemned me or looked at me with skepticism." Which he was grateful for, he did need someone on his side, and it was even better that it was one of the Doctor's companions. Oh he was positively gleeful about that fact. "It is highly unfair. I haven't even done anything to them in a long time, yet they still line up to hate me." Well it was warranted, but still fell under the whole unfair thing. How many times did those so-called heroes go doing bad things themselves, yet they forgive those people and not him?
"By all means, I don't really mind. What would you like to be referred to as? Jim? Moriarty?" And then as soon as he said Moriarty, the light bulb went off and he quirked a brow in curiosity. "Moriarty, the genius mastermind who's arch nemesis was Sherlock Holmes. Am I correct?" He remembered those books now. He'd scanned a couple once or twice in the past.