In his simple, perfectly tailored bespoke suit, the Master couldn't help giving the Doctor's outfit a covert once-over. Oh, it had been carefully chosen all right, not that the Doctor would admit it, and he held back a grin.

"I see you found the place," he said breezily. "I suppose you could call it the neighborhood bar. For my neighborhood, at least. Yours was a brandy this time around, wasn't it? Or am I getting my memories crossed?"