"I don't know if I should encourage you to drink or try to dissuade you from it," the Master chuckled, shivering in pleasure at that light caress. It felt impossibly good to pull him close again, to delight in the simple intimacy of a bare-chested embrace. "Not that you take direction well, or that you'd hold my attention if you did. And vice-versa, I've no doubt." He was rambling, the clearer bits of his mind could tell, and at risk of straying into uneasy subjects, so he put his mouth to safer use and kissed the Doctor with what finesse he could still manage.