"Always an excuse," the Master mocked but, hell, he wasn't about to explode. Sometimes he just had to yell and stomp around like a toddler. It kept him sane. After a few more deep breaths, his body calmed and he let go of the table. This had been an awfully long say, perhaps he was tired. Would make sense why he was feeling very touchy.

"I wouldn't get so mad if you didn't talk down to me," the Master informed him as he ran his fingers through his hair, sounding much calmer than he'd been. "Don't talk to me like I should be something I'm not. You know who I am and I would of thought, considering what you've experience, that you'd understand me just a small bit."