"Because, you arrogant, patronizing bastard," he said through gritted teeth, "I put myself in this house and have kept myself here. Voluntary patients usually still get the privilege of informed consent under most systems of medical ethics, yes?"
Oh god, he wanted to claw the Doctor's face off. Or run. This, the Doctor sweeping in and assuming he knew best and smugly feeling justified -or so it felt to the Master- this was the stuff the Master's nightmares. Literally.