The Master shook his head, clucking gently. "Now, now, Adric, no need to be rude." He tightened his grip, using it to haul Adric onto his toes. "I earned this face, regenerated into it."
Nevermind that it really was the formless clone given life by the personality carefully stowed in his ring, and poor Lucy's demise. He'd still earned it, and any more that would come, at least in his own mind.