The Doctor grinned, sipping his brandy again. "You've done it before. Well, not married one of my companions, but married. Wouldn't put it past you to do it again. And Anne is your type, almost. Pretty, wealthy, high-status. Intelligent and curious and fast on her feet, though. She might enjoy crossing wits with you." He raised an eyebrow, studying the Master. "Or was the whole wife thing a fetish of your current regeneration?"