The Doctor let himself be preoccupied by another mouthful of wine, savoured this time as he thought of a reply.

What had possessed him to suggest a competition, of course the Master would make it into a bet... being stuck in a school of all things was clearly making them both unnecessarily nostalgic. Which, if this was back then...

The Doctor shook his head minutely to cast away such antiquated thoughts.

"How about truth? If I win, you'll have to tell me... ah, no, let's make it a truth of my own choosing. Think you could manage that much?" he asked with a slight edge.