The Master appeared blissfully unaware of Rose's intentions-- or if he was, he was paying the danger of his own vulnerability no heed. Her shoulder now bare, he began to trace his lips down it to the swell of her breast, teasing the skin with his teeth every now and again in a small bite calculated to be just short of painful. Wouldn't do to scare her off again. Not now, when her offer, her self-sacrifice to the dark, was so intriguing.