The Master took a deep breath, smiling broadly as he leaned back against the front desk, waiting for Jack to get back up. He kept his laser screwdriver in hand, just in case, but he really had no intention of using it again. Well, unless he had to. Not that he'd mind. At least it was entertainment.
He just... he really had hoped Jack would recognize him without needing to kill him right off. A little toying around with him before he killed him. He doubted, after all, he'd be able to get Jack to play a good little lackey, regardless of what he said.