The Master rolled his eyes, and sat down on the edge of the pool, kicking his feet in the water. "Oh, please, it's not like I can do anything right now. And what do you think I'd do with the stupid shoes, Madame President? They're just awfully ugly and bloody uncomfortable."
He tilted his head. "Boots. I think I want a pair of boots. And something not a damned suit." He dropped the shoes into the pool in favor of tugging at the shirt. "Not to mention there's this hole in it."