The Master waited a long moment to get up, and circle Jack, mentally cataloguing the scratches, welts, and the darkening bruises around his neck. He stopped in front of Jack, reaching up to angle Jack's face so he could look him in the eyes. "Why, Jack?," he asked quietly. "It wouldn't have taken much effort to find me, before you did something stupid."
Jack's jaw clenched a moment, before he relaxed, pulling away from the Master's grip. "I didn't think about that, Master." He'd had other things on his mind, and not all of them sex. And he hadn't worried about what the Master would do - it wasn't like there was anything he could do to Jack that would stick, and he wouldn't let him hurt John.