He leaned back, crossed his arms and watched the Master. "I never said they were perfect, but they are definitely different." He wasn't budging on that one. They were. There was way, way too much diversion for them not to be. "You said you wanted them gone. When I suggested it might be a bad idea you turned into a sneering, snarling beast. Now make up your mind and either sit down or leave."
He wasn't going to push it. He was past pushing it. The miniute his concern for himself had been dismissed, he'd stopped being willing to push the issue, and that had only been cemented by the Master offering a list of what he wanted and needed and expected from the Doctor without a single reason that it was a good idea for the Doctor. The Doctor loved him, the Doctor would help. The Doctor would destroy himself doing it because he was the Doctor, but he was way past coaxing and begging.