He took the pummeling, not really struggling, thinking that the differences between this Master's coping mechanisms and his own's couldn't be more stark. But that hadn't always been the case. He'd ridden this sort of this out before. He'd dealt it out a few times, in his own madness, not sure who he wanted to hurt more - himself, or the Master. It wasn't good, or right, or sane, but he could deal.
He would answer that kiss with all the same intense savageness, though. Brought his hands up, to slide up his the Master's chest. Just touching, not grabbing again. It wasn't quite time to try to change the balance here quite yet.