Watching Jack for a moment more, the Master turned away, returning to his chair, settling into it. He looked over at John, then flicked a glance back at the marks on Jack. "Why not take the games to the end?" His voice was almost conversational, the faint edge to it the only evidence it was not a casual question.
Jack twitched at the Master's question, and moved, taking a step forward, between the Master and John. Drawing the Master's gaze back to him, if not his attention. He registered the surprise and the hurt that flickered through the Master's eyes before the mask dropped down, and flinched away.