That was harder then he's expected. Oww. He rose, shaking his head to clear, it and pocketed his screwdriver, taking the Master at his word.
"I didn't say a damn word about good or bad. That's your assumptions at play here. I simply can and will defend myself, if need be. Now," he stepped forward and grabbed one the Master's lapels, leaning forward with an intense look, "We can keep going like this, but I don't think it's gonna help, do you?"
His voice dropped to not quite a whisper, "Do you want me to let you go?"