He's patient. He can wait while his invention sends out a distress signal - eventually somebody had to pick it up and come along.
This places isn't so bad, he figures. While the population chokes on the lifeblood of their own world, everything's his for the taking.
@TlMEAPART "Earth fertility-focused traditions." he repeats, rather amused. "Oh, really?" he asks. "Why, that is rather quaint, isn't it? And do you observe fertility-focused traditions?"
@TlMEAPART The Master's gaze flits from the ridiculous man in front of him, up to the mistletoe delicately hung.
"And what do they say, hm?" There's a look in his eye that knows exactly what it is, he just wants to hear the Doctor stumble over it.
Ah, counselor. Hm? No. There's nothing to worry about. I'm honoured to accompany you as an emmisary of peace. I have full confidence these talks will go just as planned.
@TlMEAPART — "Do you think it stays with you? Sssseared into the backs of your eyes, like an image that doesn't fade?
"Stories can motivate people to do... the craziest things." His lip twitches into a smirk, watching a little old lady lift her pink trolley above her head, and hurl it —