That was good. That felt right. The Master ignored the pillows, leaning against the Doctor instead. "Well, you never paid much mind to what you were supposed to be studying. But if it was something that you wanted to know, you couldn't get better focus with laser sights." He laughed at the mental image of the Doctor with laser sights fixed to his temples as he pressed his cheek to his neck; a vaguely awkward pillow, but it was pleasant, feeling the Doctor's pulse in such a personal fashion.