If he'd had a mouthful of brandy, he'd have choked on it. As it was, the Doctor stared at the Master a moment before laughing, grinning as he shook his head. "That's a new way of justifying it. Though, you know, I seem to recall you turning down the chance to travel with me in favor of dying."
The Doctor set his glass down, resting one hand on the bar as he watched the Master. "Though I have to admit, you didn't stay dead, so maybe that was just you playing hard to get. Rather spectacularly bad plan, unless you were hoping I'd hold onto that particular regeneration longer than I did."